Squeal and Squeak

I drive a Saturn, manual transmission car. It has four cylinders. Sometimes I hit the gas pedal a little harder than I need to or ought to, and my tires squeal. I giggle every time.

Yesterday, I told one of the salesguys at work that he'd offended me by calling me, "Giggly." And then I laughed so hard I hyperventilated.

When I meditate on my throat chakra, one of my mantras is, "I'm only as socially awkward as I think I am." I'm not sure it's working.

What I still can't figure out is why I don't go home sick when I get sick at work.