Ummm . . . yeah . . . it wasn't Friday the 13th . . . it was the Friday before that. So turns out that the panic attacks were for something.
Xs on the calendar? Huh. Gotta go get a calendar.
Well, in all the soul searching and reflection at least I know where I stand. Sorta. Kinda. Not really at all.
And I'm not tired at all. And kind of grinding my teeth. Damn Golden Monkey crack.
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