At least she has a Dog

I panicked yesterday; like the kind of panic that makes your heart stutter then beat so fast you can hear it in your ears...as if you've realized you left the stove on at home and you had already been out for three or four hours...and maybe you live alone and you don't know anyone who would come by and take care of it for you...you immediately envision yourself coming back to smoke and flame, the results of your carelessness....well at least no one was hurt, they would say...you were gone so there was no one to get hurt...but your things are all destroyed and nothing is left to show for any of your efforts...all of your efforts burned to ash...all of your efforts charred with smoke....but you weren't hurt so it's okay...except now there's barely anything left to show for those efforts...so what was the point if it was just going to go up in smoke? 

But you didn't stay home that day so you're okay.

That's all I did yesterday. Panic. 

Then I painted my nails.

Everything is Urban Outfitters; shoes are Docs