YES, I’M CROSSING THE STREET YOU IDIOT.
For GOD SAKES, I'm trying to catch my breath.

DO YOU WANT TO BE SUED AND GO TO JAIL?
My mind raced!

I mentally visualized myself going backwards in time - through my mind's eye - backwards, backwards - across everything I'd done that entire week.

So many ways my ATM card could have slipped away. So many opportunities for nature to conspire against my peace of mind, my very survival.

So many pointless, trivial activities I've chosen to distract myself with on a daily basis instead of just putting down the bong or the keyboard and getting my life together.
Soon my phone service will get disconnected and I'll be isolated from everything I know and love. I'll have to sit at the computer and figure out something to do which doesn't involve connectivity.

The rent was due yesterday and my landlord slipped a note under my door reminding me of that fact. This plus the electric bill, the water bill, the garbage bill. The toilet paper I don't have, the toothpaste I'm running out of, the towels I haven't taken to the laundry in nine months.

I think I'm dreaming - I think this ludicrous reality I've constructed for myself is little more than a hologram, and all that's required of any of us to secure true happiness and eternal comfort is to locate the big red OFF SWITCH.

But I can't! I can't rest until I've found that gosh darn godforsaken ATM card!!