hurry up, hurry up, hurry up and wait
I spent most of the morning angsting over what to wear for lunch with the boy's parents (aaarrggghhh scary etc and also pathetic, since no one ever liked a person because they wore the right top and there is no such thing as the right top and parents always love me and angsting over clothes is what I do when I am scared but cannot control any other aspect of the situation), and they didn't come and it is too hot to work and I just broke my favourite earings and I'm going to fail my mods and meeehhhhhhh.