askye, you are getting enough potassium. It's good.

I understand anxiety, and it's hard. Sometimes I give myself a timer and I list all the things I'm worried about, usually aloud, because yo, I talk to TOASTERS, talking to myself is no big, and I go all the way to some truly ridic scenarios.

At this point, I either laugh and get up, or I'm upset and the timer goes off. At that point, I have to get up and say "Fuck it" and I think of that Buffy moment where Angelus is all "No weapons, no friends -- what do you have left" "Me."

I never said I wasn't cheesy.

But I usually get anxious about money, sleep or relationship issues, not medical. It may work for you, and you might have to find your personal "Fuck you, anxiety; Imma LIVE!" moment to replay.

And it doesn't work EVERY time. But it works often.

I'd already have to be into someone to let them get by with that, smonster. Everyone on there used to find it terribly flattering to tell me how much the chair "didn't scare" them. Like my baseline should be that they can see me and not run screaming. I've not been in many relationships, but I still think it takes more than that.

Yeah, he doesn't get a response. It might encourage him. He doesn't seem like the type to take a hint.

erika, I would agree that it takes more than that. FFS.

askye, I'm so sorry. That is so frustrating. Anxiety is such a bitch.

is it a bad sign if okcupid asks me to be a moderator?

it is probably a good sign, and a good indication of your level head and good judgment.

I've been asked, too. I did not accept. And my roommate, too. She said she never accepted, per se, but can see photos that have been flagged for deletion. I don't know how they choose people. High "ratings"? Time on the site?

Gronk. We were woken up at 7am by kids barreling down our hill on scooters and screaming at the top of their lungs. Four hours later someone must of called the cops (not us), because a cop came and made them call their mother to come get them.

Please tell me that you took the opportunity to shake a cane and tell 'em to get off your lawn! (lie to me)

My first thought when I woke up was, "Get the fuck off my lawn", and I shook a fist at them.

Ugh. I am feeling run down, worn out, and absolutely out of spoons. I really need several days to recharge, but instead I have to start another job tomorrow, that is going to give me four non-consecutive days off in the next month. And they want 52 hours out of me next week, and another 40 the week after that.

I just don't know how I'm going to be able to do this, and it's making me a little anxious. Kind of a lot anxious.

And on top of that, I have to find a way to replace myself on a super-low budget design, at the last second, because this other job isn't going to give me enough time to do it.

And then on top of that, I really and truly do not know how I am going to keep myself in clean clothes over the next week. I do not have six days worth of outfits, and this schedule does not leave me enough time to do laundry.

Drew, please forgive me for venting about this here (Drew got me the gig, and I'm grateful), but I just don't know how I'm going to make it work right now, but I feel like I'm in a position where I can't back out, even if I wanted to.

I have no spoons. This heat isn't helping.