For a period of several weeks not long ago it seemed almost every time I looked at the clock, it was 11:26. I became so affected by it that I started to have anxiety if it was anytime between 11:00 and 11:26, and considerable relief after, especially if it was at least 15 minutes after. Into the 11:40s was good. I don’t seem to see it so much now, but am still momentarily gripped with fear and trepidation if I think it might be around 11:30, night or day.
11:26. Anna’s official time of birth. 11/26. My birthdate.
What kind of sick joke is that?! I despise 11:26.
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