  There’s nothing like a waking up in a panic attack at 2:30am to kick-start your morning. It’s even more awesome if you can manage to hyperventilate, wake up your parents, and try, failingly, to shrug it off. I rock. It’s really even more terrific a day if you can be late for your babysitting appointment. Kid calls you ugly? Basketball hoop falls on little girl’s head? Bleeding? Screaming? I choose to take Vh1’s approach and call it not just bad, but awesomely so.
I think I just really need Robin home so I can have a heart-to-heart. Anna D. is wonderful and all, but if the conversation doesn’t revolve around sex, drugs, or Modest Mouse, it’s pretty much dead where is stands. She’s great at many things, but not empathizing. I am just going to throw myself into my latest pastime, colloguing, and let things be. Until things are better, I can cut up pictures and count the days until my Bright Eyes box set comes. Affectionately… Anna 
