Saturday, December 24, 2005

"Your penmanship is atrocious."

I am in the middle of an big anxiety attack. I haven't had one this bad since coming home from Paris, France.

One of my biggest annoyances is people who have never had an actual anxiety attack giving me "advice" (get over it/don't think about it and it will go away/it's nothing.) If you don't have personal experience you probably don't know what you are talking about. (side note=Cruel though it may be, I can't wait for Kat[i]e Holmes to have post-partum depression; exercise and vitamins, Tom?)

Anxiety attacks are not just worrying about something; that is merely worrying about something. It is the physical symptoms that come along with the attacks that are the most difficult, I think. The speeding heartrate, shaky hands, heart palpitations, inablility to think clearly, quick breathing, etc.
Ugh; I hate this.

Oh, it's going away; how lovely.

"Rage subsiding...pulse slowing...anger fading."

It's a psychofrakulator. It creates a cloud of radically fluctuating free-deviant chaotrons which penetrate the synaptic reIays. It's concatenated with a synchronous transport switch that creates a virtual tributary. It's focused onto a biobolic refIector. What happens is that hallucinations become reality and the brain is literally fried from within.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Sue, this sounds like the symptoms I have when I talk to boys.
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