This should be over. If this is withdrawal, it should be over and done with by now. I shouldn't be spending every minute watching the second hand go by. My fish would be telling me to move him to the goddamn window, and Angela would eat him, trying to pass off me a bite across a cubicle wall. I wouldn't be sitting in my same old clothes, watching my roommate trying to button his shirts while missing a finger. How did he lose that finger? That seems like an odd, important detail, but I can't figure out what it symbolizes. At least I could do that before. Where is Krista? I need to talk to her. She could help me. Or I could help myself by helping her. It's a toss up.