…Non-Arsey Neuro didn’t call. Or, he’s working really late and taking his time.
I’ve been waiting all day. My anxiety has been skyrocketing as a result. I think I’m going to pass out now. Or puke. Or both. Well, puke first or I’ll die.
Fuck.
Well, try again tomorrow. There’s nothing else for me to do.
Please, still be in the office working late…you’re probably not. The Receptionist is long gone but…
EDIT: Left completely, zombified, stuttering, out-of-it, repetitive, really, bloody, awful, sounding message on Receptionist’s Voicemail. Couldn’t hurt to serve as a reminder? OMG.
*whimper*
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