Sunday Funday
So, Zach just went to visit my dad. You know, visit. My dad. I'm pretty sure he already has a ring. Pretty sure I'm getting it for Christmas. Also pretty sure that I am stressed beyond belief thinking about it, and everything that means has to come next. I'm broken out like I haven't been since high school, and had a horrible panic attack Friday that forced me to leave work. I swear I could hear my heart beating for the rest of the day. I don't know why. I mean, anyone who's known me for more than seven minutes knows that I am tightly wound ball of anxiety and stress on a good day, nearly impossible on a bad day. I have literally had to force myself out of the house before on days that I wasn't crazy about the way my hair looked. I have cancelled plans because I felt like my clothes didn't fit right. The thought of all of these plans and expectations and added stress...it's gonna kill me.