I have to drive her to the airport. I'll have the car for a week. I'm not particularly excited, although I won't miss riding the bus to and from therapy on Monday and Wednesday. I guess I could drive to school, too, since I need advising, but the commute is… yiiiick. I'm probably better served riding the bus. It takes about the same amount of time, anyway.
During my Monday therapy session, my therapist recommended walking. I walked the very next day and have walked every day since. It's been lovely.
But now I have a
on my big toe. 
I've been walking in my Teva sandals. Not ideal for walking. I don't think my pink Chucks would be any better. I need WALKIN' SHOES.
I also need a water bottle belt. My therapist was saying that places like camping stores have belts that will hold a water bottle, so you can have water with you while you're walking (or camping, or whatever).
If I can find one that doesn't look too ridiculous, I might actually wear it all the time, wherever I go, because of my panic attacks. I found a pill fob* so I can carry my emergency tranquilizers wherever I go, but I've often been caught with an panic attack with no water in sight. A water bottle belt would be a big help.
* I had never heard the word "fob" until I saw them for sale at the CVS pharmacy. A fob is just anything that can be attached to a chain (like a watch) or key ring (like a USB flash drive). The pill fob I bought has a screw top with a key ring on it, and a metal container (a bit smaller than a prescription bottle) that attaches to the screw top.
Ick. I'm remembering a time I had a panic attack on the subway one time, and I was so desperate to take the tranquilizer that I was eyeing a gross bottle of water (or some other consumable liquid) that someone had left behind. 
It was bad.
I think I don't belong in D.C. Where do you think I belong?
Fobs seemed like a futuristic convenience, until I started wearing tight jeans and the resulting bulge of 15 key fobs just made me look like I had an exotic thigh disease.
... is that you can generally choose not to read what's on the Internet. Can't quite tune out people IRL.
That said, I didn't mind when you talked about Annie.