I knew today was going to be one of those days when I actually had two panic attacks last night
(when lying in bed, associated with falling dreams. I hate
It continued this morning when I was ver' ver stressed and everything said to me was processed as an attack. So I hightailed it into the museum to avoid staying-at-home-being-miserable-itis, only to remain anxious on the tube and come in to discover that I'm not very good at work-ethic in the museum right now. I would have done more work at home, but to be honest I was worried I was turning into Matthew Malone
for a bit, especially as my nachtophobia reared it's ugly head again on Saturday and caused anxiety attacks. So I was worried I was going to end up never leaving the flat or something. So I came out.
linked me to LOLCreashun
, and I was lost.
Also, my belly does not approve of the jacket tater I had for lunch. Very firmly Doesn't Approve.