3:15 p.m. - 03/27/03
just this and that. (i.e. nothing.)
A few minutes ago, even my kneecaps were tense. This, I think, is a problem. When anxiety has that fully infiltrated my body, something's awry. I've been feeling crazy-anxious for the most of today, actually, and not medicating it because "there's no reason to feel this way." Obviously, there are several reasons to be, just nothing at this particular second. Even more obviously, if I'm anxious, I must have some reason to be anxious. Maybe it's chemical. The desipramine has found one final way to screw with me. (Let's hope it's the final way.) Anyway, I did finally take some meds, and I took a shower, turned on calm music, and am feeling much better. My legs feel less like jacks-in-the-boxes* ready to spring. My breathing no longer mimics the backbeat of a dance remix, and I feel somewhat less like the walking incarnation of caffeine. All good things. And I complain about these meds? Aigh. I have my reasons, but I am grateful for them, nonetheless...
And Krista, where are you? I tried to e-mail you, and I left you a note, and nowhere are you to be found. Grargh. ::shouts your name into the depths of diaryland:: Hope all is well and peaceful.
Oh, and this layout...I'd really like to make it so that the entry scrolls within itself and the images don't move. (i.e. The entry doesn't scroll far beyond the design...) Anyone know how to do that?
It took me until this paragraph to realize I don't have anything deep to discuss. But I do have a surprise for later. Ooh, ooh! Better not go far, dear diaryists.
chord
*how exactly *does one* make that plural?
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