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((yawn)) i hate work. and ive got a lot of it these next few weeks. even stranger, every time i have worked (at least the past 3 shifts) i've felt panic attacks coming on. no good. this space incites anxiety in me. i just want to run out the doors, and not look back. not so far as the next block, but to the airport , to a foreign country, where i can walk around and not have to worry about communicating or speaking with anyone since i will not be able to speak the language. for now, i guess ill go fold these shirts and try to steady my breathing. midtown festival is coming up soon.