lulumae

"Listen...you know those days when you get the mean reds? ... the blues are because you're getting fat or because it's been raining too long. You're just sad, that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?"
-Breakfast at Tiffany's

Last night I had a really bad panic attack. I used to get them all the time, but I haven't had one in a long time. It boggles me how random it is... you think you're fine and then it just hits you.

Anyways, I went and hung out with a friend who I knew would be able to snap me out of it without too much fuss. We ended up having a good chat, so the night turned out to be less scary than it had felt earlier on.

I'm only a little embarassed about being all panicky in front of a friend, but it's okay because he knows me well enough to understand the spaz in my personality...

"I am as unpredictable as the nervous park squirrel!"

Hee hee. How much do I love that quote?

I want to talk about a bunch of depressing crap, but I'm going to spare my readers the wanky self-pity and just say...

I'm going to a birthday party tonight! Wee!

"I'm running, I'm running, whoohoooo! I'm running! Wheehehehe! I'm naked!"

Alrighty. I'm sufficiently caffeinated and it's time to start my day.

XOX-L