woke up from dream where i was falling asleep against kool ad's stomach at something like 8:45. looked at watch, looked at window, figured out how much time there was before my class. hour 45. nice.
opened laptop, spoke to people. got up and put on clothes because my room started to get cold. brushed teeth. considered eating breakfast but did not out of fear stomach would start acting up in the metro.
left house w/ backpack laptop and ipod/headphones. very conscious headphones were the type that flew out in a weird cantilevered way from the top of the headband to the speakers. did not get weird looks which was good.
swiped card at turnstile, got on metro. fiddled with cord of headphones because centre channel seemed to be weird. got to metro station where i transferred, train came quickly and deposited me at destination.
walked up to building where class was, passed a friend on a bike who did not recognize or acknowledge me. felt "eh" about this, continued walking. building was on hill, breath was coming harder than it should by the time i got up there.
class was about the faces of oppression, which was something i had read & discussed before. checked out.
walked directly from class to the student union building, bought an arrepa and salad and apple-flavoured mexican soda. ate these things and hoped stomach would accept them. (it did.)
after some time on the internet went downstairs to student lounge, sat on couch and did more things on the internet. distant friend pukka came by and sat down next to me, we shot the shit. thought "pukka is also looking for intense friendship but does it in a way that is alienating to many" but did not say. left for next and final class.
final class was 3 hours of discussion. did not read the requisite article, felt lost in group discussion but bullshitted a point that sounded intelligent. professor mentioned email she had sent and said not to be disrespectful of her experience. anxiety attack slowly begins and ramps up during remainder of class. do not contribute anymore to class discussion instead draw for the next hour and a half before getting the fuck out of there.
metro home. anxiety that stomach will act up on the metro. (it doesn't.)
home. sit on bed and talk to partner via facebook. anxiety slowly wanes. make pasta.