The way to the middle is in between.

So I was let off work early after eating at a Halloween carry in. I feel immense pressure whenever I'm in line for those things. Like the weight of the world is hovering on your shoulders the minute you step in the line. People's eyeballs grow laser cannons that pierce the very pores in the back of your neck. Pick your food and hurry. No one picked the cookies I brought in. It didn't help that they were practically hidden! Geesh. Well I have nothing else to write and am trying to decide whether to play my video game (FF 12) or finish my book (The Dark Tower 2). I think I'll go read. My book has gotten all jacked up! I'm sure it will only continue from there.