this morning #1768.
this morning, all through breakfast, i tried to put on a brave face & not let on that anything was wrong. as you know full well, i’m horrible at masking my emotions. john could tell that something was off. as i was packing up to head over to the test site, he popped his head into my room & asked if i was ok. i wasn’t going to say “not at all. my partner sent me a disturbing email last night.” he didn’t need to know what you’d said so instead, i just told him i was “going through some stuff.” told him not to worry about me even though deep down i wanted to spill my guts. just this once although that’s not really what’s done around here. not so far at least. eventually, i might have to if i want to find some peace.