"I'm exhausted," I tell her, and I am, from the radiation, from waking up at 4 AM and finding myself sleepless, "but I'm also kind of... agitated? I just get so...," I add, and I pound my fist into my hand.
"I know what you mean," my friend says, flipping her green hair out of her eyes and fixing me with a mischievous look. "When I'm at work at the bar, if there's nobody around at the end of my shift, I'll throw a pint glass at the wall."
One year ago today: Four
Two years ago today: A Night of Random Encounters
Three years ago today: Cut My Hair