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You are a teacher, all decked out in your teacher outfit — classy but conservative — and you walk eagerly to your classroom on the first day of school, hearing your teacher shoes click click clicking on the speckled green floors. You open the door and walk to your desk, trying not to notice your students sitting there looking up at you even though class hasn’t started yet. You put your teacher bag down on the desk and gather your items from inside: the classlist, a pen, your notes, the books for the class. You glance up at the clock and decide it’s time to start. You glance around the room, and then you fart.

Loudly.

Then how do you start class?

That’s how I feel right now. Like my last post was a big, giant, grown-man-sized fart. And now I don’t know how to proceed.

Hmm.

Anyway, things are OK. Yesterday was OK. Today was bad. My anti-anxiety medicine is making me anxious and I had to go back to my doc today so that he could tell me to try a different one. Tomorrow I see my new shrink. Wish me luck.