Work was okay today too. Except the part where we had to evacuate the building because something was in the air that was making people cough. I was one of the people. The police and everything came out, and it was nothing that they could find. But maybe they did not tell us everything. I felt sick after that, and was wondering if it was because I had inhaled some of that mystery stuff, or if it was because I just needed some food in my stomach. I was wondering if I was going to die or not from what I breathed in, praying to God to please spare me, that I was not ready to die yet, that I had so much life to live yet. But I started to feel better, and the feeling of panic subsided. I got off of work a little early, and now I'm sitting here in front of my computer reading diary entries, updating my own, and doing other stuff. I hope everyone has read my three entries, which Im' so proud of. Well taking off!