If this is nervousness, I’d hate to see what clinical depression looked like.

Note also that after lunch, she appears to have the day free. Slacker! Sitting around all day, making Nervine Bon-Bons with a box of chocolates and a hypo, while her husband has another horrible day at the office. Someone almost ran me over this morning, and I almost wish he had. Why, the old man came down and yelled at me for –

What? No, I don’t want a goddamn bon-bon. What? It has the Nervine? Did you use it up? Did you USE IT ALL? ALL OF IT? WELL WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW, THEN?