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Aug. 19th, 2003 04:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Could I have had a worse day? Well, sure, technically speaking. But bad, yes. Just...bad. I've been trying to de-stress at work, internalizing my freakouts but I discovered today that there's a *reason* I have external freakouts - they're less physically harmful for me.
I had a nice, calm, internal freakout today and I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I got a massive headache, a weird, tight feeling in my throat, and a churning stomach. God, it was awful. :-(
But now I'm home, dreading going to work tomorrow - whee! - where it'll probably play out all over again. Why can't I hit the lottery?
No JC single yet. No pictures of the guys from the Stuff party in Vegas. No anything.
Sucky, sucky day.
I had a nice, calm, internal freakout today and I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I got a massive headache, a weird, tight feeling in my throat, and a churning stomach. God, it was awful. :-(
But now I'm home, dreading going to work tomorrow - whee! - where it'll probably play out all over again. Why can't I hit the lottery?
No JC single yet. No pictures of the guys from the Stuff party in Vegas. No anything.
Sucky, sucky day.
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Date: 2003-08-19 02:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-19 02:23 pm (UTC)That's it exactly, I want to be Paris Hilton! ;-)
Does he have a secret transporter or something that gets him in and out of places without anyone taking pictures?
Yes. Yes he does. ;-) He should have "Stealth" on the back of his basketball jersey next year.
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Date: 2003-08-19 02:52 pm (UTC)And I really hope your day/week improves. Sucks beyond the telling of it sometimes. And now I gave myself Buffy withdrawals. Wonderful.
Anyway. Hugs and nekkid JC.
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Date: 2003-08-19 02:54 pm (UTC)Fox- Hope your day shapes up.
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Date: 2003-08-19 04:10 pm (UTC)Thanks. :-) It's got to get better. God help me if it gets any worse!
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Date: 2003-08-19 04:09 pm (UTC)God, ain't it the truth. And even now, when I'm supposed to be at home and not thinking about it, I'm thinking about it. Aiiii. I'm trying to tell myself that this time next year it won't matter.
Hmmm. Only 365 days to go til I feel better. ;-)
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Date: 2003-08-19 09:43 pm (UTC)