shifter

Dude.

I totally fucked up tonight. Like really. I lost my car. It was so fucked. Like really. Then, I kinda freaked. Just a tad. I lost my car for over an hour. I got lost in the streets of a suburb I don't know and didn't have streetlights.

There is a point to this that doesn't result in you paying out on me (although, I do expect that - 'cause losing a car isn't like losing a needle. It's a fucking car for crying out loud!).

Point: When I really, really get anxious I get fuzzy. When I get fuzzy, I can't see properly.
Calm people and music are needed. I had music tonight, which was awesome. It helped. Lots.

But then, I realised I can't take my mp3 player on the bridge climb.

This worries* me. Fuzziness on a bridge climb is potentially bad thing.. Perhaps?

*who woulda thought that I could and would worry?

Blergh. Purging of information. I'm really excited about doing the climb, but I'm also thinking that it could be all kinds of scary!

Can you kick my ass please? I need it. Remind me that little, old ladies did it and survived and to stop being such a fucking girl.
You know, kinda like you did today when booking it. Just like that.