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k, you stupid fucking fool.

you should have double checked, triple checked, KNOWN...

your appointment with fred started at the same time you were writing that last thing.

so you showed up, your leg started shaking in the darkened waiting "room", and he opened the door to find you crying. he asked what happened, and the velcro of your bag got stuck to the rug, and you blurted out, "What HASN'T happened?" he said "you're here...your appointment was...at 2.15."

and of course it was.

why wouldn't it be?

so you started your crying and started trying to explain yourself, explain just what the hell was so bad that you would be this way. and you cried some more when it came out that you had stopped taking the pills and hadn't said anything. neglected, forgot, whoopsy-daisy, all around in your brain.

stop being here, please, before you forget to do something else.

moron.