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epitome of incomprehensibility
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Last night I could only sleep an hour (too much stress, writing, caffeine_at_night). Early in the morning, my eyes were getting heavy again, but a twinge to the right of my breastbone kept me awake. Short pain and then a lull, maybe every twenty or thirty seconds.
I worry if I'm having a heart attack. At my age it doesn't seem likely, but hey. I worried at thirteen that I was having heart attacks when it was just growing pains ("And for so little growth?" I address my breasts; they don't talk back.)
But what's wrong with me? Is it just gas? Am I sick? I have to prepare an answer sheet for the syntax students. I don't want to go to the class. I dawdle. Read a book. Eventually I decide: the pains have dwindled, I can go into town.
The minute I pick up my bag I realize: oh yeah, yesterday was when the strap to my laptop bag fell off so I was carrying it for a while by its handle. I'm not used to carrying it like that and it was heavy. A strain on the muscles. Yes, muscles exist. I have them. They can hurt sometimes.
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