Someone in one of the surrounding buildings is playing Cher’s Believe every hour between the 2 and 11 minute marks. This is the second hour and sixth-ish time I have heard it. If I don’t make it to tomorrow, blame Cher.
None of the people in this walk-in clinic have heard of kleenex or covering their mouths when they cough into the room. Ugh. Matt is suffering from crippling anxiety, and here we are. It smells like hand sanitizer and sadness.
Like smoking or taking drugs.” – Acid Tongue by Jenny Lewis