In Shock

I’m in shock. I think that’s what it is. Shock. I brought the egg and crest sandwiches. I was calm when I was at their house, but as soon as I got home I started sobbing. Completely sobbing. Just couldn’t stop sobbing. And shaking. PoshPhD heard me and came over, but I was crying too hard to say what was wrong. I couldn’t say. She took my phone and called Fife. She said she didn’t know what was wrong. He’s on his way over. He didn’t ask any questions. He’s on his way over. PoshPhD had to leave, she had another supervisor meeting. Fife should be here any minute. Why am I blogging. Yes, it’s shock. I’ve stopped crying, and I’m going to write about what happened. Because I should. No, I shouldn’t be online just now. I’m going to hang up. I’ll come back later.

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