{{{WS}}} that definitely sounds like an anxiety attack. Sending soothing thoughts your way.
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Thanks, people. I'm in better shape now, but it feels like I don't dare think about the topics I was so anxious over.
I can't sleep. Ankle hurting too much. I rested it most of the day, then I thought it was feeling better enough to go to a movie and walk around a bit, but I guess not.
I'm sorry, Hil. I didn't sleep much either. It rained here, which we desperately need. So, I guess I shouldn't complain, but I was in pain and couldn't sleep because of it.
Big, virtual hug, Andi. And every struggling with internal and external stuff.
Much love.
My current self-soother of choice is Gilmore Girls...which I've never actually seen before. So soothing...
That definitely sounds like an anxiety attack, WS. I'm sorry, they suck so bad.
Hil and sj, I hope you get some relief and good sleep soon.
I had a relaxing if non-productive weekend, and now back at work the anxiety is creeping up on me again. Too much work, not enough time.
Eh, I've given up on good sleep. I just don't sleep.
It's amazing how much I can get done when I don't put the TV on. I just cleaned out and reorganized the entire pantry. I threw away a small bag of things that were old, and now o can see where everything goes, which hopefully means throwing out less stuff in the future.
Thanks.
Threw out what needed to be dumped from both fridges and have fed ltc lunch, which went better than breakfast.
sj, my sister in fridge clearing. I could probably do more, but I got the main stuff that needed to go out, out.