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Tomorrow after work we're off to goingferal's! and I'm super excited. Scared, too, like I always am before a trip up the WV Turnpike (HATE HATE HATE HATE CAN YOU FEEL THE HATE TONIGHT), but thrilled.
(It's not "me" to be scared. It pisses me off. And when scared I will usually plow through just for sheer spite. Agoraphobia is the exception.)
Chris wants to leave tomorrow evening after work. Evening always adds an extra dimension of queasiness and a decreased resistance to anxiety for me so I'll have to employ my customary cocktail of Dramamine and xanax so that I can sleep, oblivious to the twists and turns and the looming mountains, while Chris drives.
That means I'll spend at least the first 24 hours at Xtink's practically worthless -- slow-moving, slow-thinking, and prone to memory lapses and missing the obvious -- but at least I'll be there. I love going to Xtink's.
Happy holidays!
(It's not "me" to be scared. It pisses me off. And when scared I will usually plow through just for sheer spite. Agoraphobia is the exception.)
Chris wants to leave tomorrow evening after work. Evening always adds an extra dimension of queasiness and a decreased resistance to anxiety for me so I'll have to employ my customary cocktail of Dramamine and xanax so that I can sleep, oblivious to the twists and turns and the looming mountains, while Chris drives.
That means I'll spend at least the first 24 hours at Xtink's practically worthless -- slow-moving, slow-thinking, and prone to memory lapses and missing the obvious -- but at least I'll be there. I love going to Xtink's.
Happy holidays!