Go Scrappy!!! When you tour Denver, let me know.

Scrappy, that's great!

Tim's youngest niece is graduating from high school tonight. SiL texted *yesterday* to tell us it was tonight and were we going to be able to make it? The monthly ADD meeting is tonight, and Tim is in charge of the adult group, and he decided that he was not going to bail and try to find a backup with 24 hours' notice, so he's going to the meeting. That's fair. I said that I'd go to graduation by myself so that Beckmeyer Team #4 at least has one person there. And I really don't mind, even though niece's graduating class is (to my mind) pretty damn large, so the ceremony takes forever.

But all day I've been having jittery, gritchy anxiety for no reason that I can identify. (Nothing new, I mean.) But I've been anxious all day, and since I'm going to niece's graduation by myself, I'm (obviously) driving myself, so I can't take an Ativan before I go (about 45 minutes from now). Though I'll probably take one as soon as I get there, because that ceremony won't be done for close to 3 hours, so I'll be fine to drive by then. (And, actually, I'm pretty sure I've driven after taking Ativan before, but I just want to be safe.)

Bad timing, man.

But all day I've been having jittery, gritchy anxiety for no reason that I can identify.

I hate that. Like, my brain freaks out because I'm going to the airport. I have done this many times. There is no reason to get all freaked about it. But my brain does not listen to me.

I have done this many times. There is no reason to get all freaked about it. But my brain does not listen to me.

Oh, but this there will be bad traffic, or the gate will change, or, or, or.

In other words, wrod.

The weather this week has been gorgeous. I've been sitting out in my backyard and reading most afternoons, rather than cleaning my apartment like I should be doing. (My parents and sister are coming to visit this weekend. My apartment needs to be at least presentable.)

It's going to start raining tomorrow -- that should be an incentive to go inside and clean.

I took an Ativan as soon as I got to the graduation (damn, that was a lot of kids), and it took the edge off my random anxiety. And graduation really was so long that I was fine to drive home.

I am proud of myself for making it through the whole graduation without saying "Man, just ascend, already."

Good job!

I can see the temptation. But you made it through, bravely.

Hey folks. I was scanning through Facebook trying to get it to show me something I cared about, and suddenly realized I was just looking for Buffistas.