He didn't even acknowledge me, and for some reason the thought that entered my head was "rat race yuppie bitch, won't even bother looking at her, she's not worth it" kinda thing. Like he was judging me for being a part of the rat race.

Then it occurred to me that I'm not really part of the rat race at all. I work down here, sure, I am involved with the rat racers, but it's more like I'm strapped to the pack of rats, and they're dragging me around the race course behind them.

Not exactly how I pictured my life. Tomorrow is the day. I'm scared, I feel terribly ill. I'm eating dry saltine crackers with no salt.