AFP show was FUCKING AMAZING and I met Neil Gaiman while waiting in line!
I had a nasty week about two weeks ago. I was just constantly depressed and panicky. It was terrifying, but we eventually figured out the root cause, which was that I was off my Zoloft (not exactly of my own volition--I couldn't find the bottle) and it was just starting to get out of my system. My mom managed to order another bottle, and I really did feel better almost instantly. Of course, the sheer stress of that week lead to...
...MY FIRST REAL PREGNANCY SCARE! I did have sex (protected, natch) with Jeremy about a month or so ago, but even though it was safe(r) sex I was still panicking, because my period was super late. Luckily for everyone, it turns out that was just because of stress.
Last night, I was threatened by a hobo because I wouldn't give him money. Like, he threatened to "fuck my shit up", his words. All because I told him to stop following me because it was creeping me out. Apparently the cops came shortly thereafter based on another complaint he'd gotten, but still...ugh.