I'm having to actively stop myself from running over to T's office (it's less than 10 minutes' walk from my workplace) and retrieving the letter from his mailbox. What prevents me is mainly the thought of what if I were to meet him.... Thing is, he doesn't even work on Fridays, but I think he might still go there to pick up his mail. Or maybe he won't. Maybe it will lie there all weekend. I wish I'd asked him to txt me when he got it, but I didn't want to impose on him.

Why all this silly anxiety? What's wrong with me??