... I had this awful anxious dream and then spent an hour fighting off an anxiety attack at 5 am. Granted, there's plenty to be anxious about. The political situation, my ever-stressful work, getting some art stuff take care of, freezing my butt off outside. And there's a rapist whose last attack was in my neighborhood--mostly attacks at night when women are going to their cars. Sounds like the cops are patrolling a *lot* and have policewomen decoys out...but most of us at work, male and female are a little nervous. I've been quietly practicing all the self-defense stuff I've learned over the years--yell like crazy, punch kick gouge and bite, start gagging and pretend to throw up or pretend to start a seizure to buy yourself a few seconds to run. I think it spilled over into my dreams.
I was thinking of going out this weekend, but the cold is making that very unappetizing. Maybe it'll be a nice inside weekend. I can work some more on the Spooky Dollhouse or something.
I was thinking of going out this weekend, but the cold is making that very unappetizing. Maybe it'll be a nice inside weekend. I can work some more on the Spooky Dollhouse or something.