You lean against the wall. You reach into your pocket and take out a small shred of paper where you had the apartment number written down in case you forgot it. Which you did, because upon closer inspection, that wasn't a 1, it was a 7. Door 307. Not 301. You apparently can't even read your own handwriting. You slide against the wall, sinking into a sitting position on the floor, and proceed to feel like garbage for a few moments. All of that could have been avoided if you weren't such an…ugh.
You look down at your absurdly overstuffed gut and poke it worriedly. Oh god, it’s...so big. It looks like a flesh-colored exercise ball. How are you supposed to meet Nina and Jenny now? You can't let them see you like this, you can't let ANYONE see you like this but you're standing in the hallway of this apartment complex and you can't leave without anyone seeing you and even if you could you'd be letting Nina down and oh god you