Well the washer in my building is eating quarters and not doing their deal, as in washing my clothes. Ugh! Between the Blue Angels fraying my nerves & all I have coming up in the next few weeks, I believe I could be called a bit cuckoo about now. Thanks to Ariadne, that halfie Xanax soothed me a bit. The loud jets flying over the city (as I write this) really kinda make me want to jump outta my skin. For now I will sit here on Sac & Leav while my clothes twist and turn with the rhythm of my anxiety. I know for some this is an exciting weekend- for me, all I want is an escape. I'll say it again... Serenity Now!!!
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