So now I’m dealing with the mental fallout of mu little episode–I’m sleeping and I can’t organize my thoughts to do anything coherent. Going to the grocery store sent me into another little anxiety fit, especially when I got there and realized I didn’t have any checks. I knew if I went home to get them I wouldn’t go back, so I just charged it. I hate doing that. So I got the minimum and will need to go back Monday and get the rest of it. So.
I’m really scared I’ve ruined a friendship with what I’ve been writing. I was talking to an old friend about what I was up to, and he said he’d be willing to look over it and tell me what he thought. And now I haven’t heard from him for almost a week. I know he’s busy and all, but I’m scared something I wrote just went too far for him. And he doesn’t know how to react to it. So there is that to bug me.
I;m so tired but sleeping doesn’t make me feel better. It just keeps the anxiety at bay.