i’m sitting here on this plastic folding chair that’s digging into my thighs and i honestly feel like i might just dissolve into the floorboards if one more person screams my name... it’s been five hours of this and the air in my daughters house is so thick with the smell of cheap burgers and some kind of sticky juice that i can barely breathe. they’re all here. every single one of them. all twenty-two people i supposedly did all this for but right now they just feel like a cacophony of meat and noise and it’s too much. is that weird? does everyone feel this?