Anxiety
Now the main purpose of this blog is to blather on and on, like I am wont to do, about all subjects great and small. I have many opinions and the world (i.e. 4-6 people who irregularly read this blog) need to know them.
It is not meant to be a diary, except in that it gives me an excellent place to post progress on various projects that I obsess about but no one should be forced to hear about. Example 1: The hole. I figure once my kids are born this will be an excellent place to vent new father stuff without boring other people to death who really do not want to know about the latest adventure in diapers.
Having said all that, today I will post a more personal/diary-esque post and see how that feels.
I feel anxious. Not sure why. I have some very good reasons, I suppose. Kids on the way, behind in my work, major financial/logistical implications of consolidating my finances and re-modeling the house. Stupid air conditioning has some sort of issue with water collecting in the system, condensing and pouring water down into the furnace/blower. This is collecting down on the hallway floor, leading to both wood warping and mold issues. Called a repair guy this morning, the company that installed my A/C and repaired my blower. Apparently, they don't fix this sort of thing (?!?!??!). Then who does? Sigh.
Some days you wake up and feel ready to take on the world and others you wake up and want to crawl back into bed. Maybe I just need more vitamins? Protein? Less sleep? More sleep? I don't believe in biorhythms and it seems unlikely my hormone levels are changing by much, so why do some days suck more than others? Dropping air pressure? Am I a human barometer?
Ah phooey. I may not know what causes an anxious day. But I know what the cure is.
About three fingers, neat.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
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Hey, where do you think I got the idea?
Fortunately, I seem to be less disposed to binging. Then again, I am rarely that anxious, so my self-medication is fairly rare, not conducive for establishing a solid addiction.
But most importantly, drinking to remove pain is funny! Ignoring all the life-destroying effects, of course. Plus, I lied.
No, I had that drink, but it was on the rocks. I am too much of a pussy to drink my Scotch without a little dilution from melting ice.
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