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Apr. 15th, 2005 08:47 pmSo, what helps with that impending doompanic attack?
First, decide to say "screw it" to a bit of work you have to get done by Monday morning since you can do it at home over the weekend easily, then get the hell out of the office. That seems to have been a heeyoooooge help. Funny, that.
Then stop by the ABC store to get stuff to make gin and tonics to try the "copious amounts of gin" theory since you don't remember offhand how much of the Sapphire is left. (Not getting carded didn't make things worse, but I was a little tiny bit disappointed.)
Huge congregation of doggies and their humans outside Petsmart; lots of happy, waggy tails. On the dogs, I mean.
Then go pick up candles and smelly bath stuff to use when combining the "copious amounts of gin" and "crying jag" approaches. And some pumpkin scone mix that you've been craving, because setting out to drink lots of gin when you've only had half a Subway sandwich all day is a good indication that you're probably not the brightest knife in the box of rocks.
And then, while debating the wisdom of actually trying the gin thing, plot when exactly you're going to go here or here (or both, if feeling ambitious). Ignore the fact that your mysteriously and bizarrely screwed-up knee is laughing at the very idea of anything involving lots of walking right now. Also ignore the fact that the previous link includes this little bit: "Don't pat yourself on the back just yet. You still have over 2,000' of climbing to do."
Realize that the knot in your chest is mostly gone and start rethinking parts of the evening's plan that involved beaucoup alcohol.
Not listening to this Velvet Underground album (and this song in particular) for a third time today probably wouldn't do any harm either, come to think of it. D'oh.
First, decide to say "screw it" to a bit of work you have to get done by Monday morning since you can do it at home over the weekend easily, then get the hell out of the office. That seems to have been a heeyoooooge help. Funny, that.
Then stop by the ABC store to get stuff to make gin and tonics to try the "copious amounts of gin" theory since you don't remember offhand how much of the Sapphire is left. (Not getting carded didn't make things worse, but I was a little tiny bit disappointed.)
Huge congregation of doggies and their humans outside Petsmart; lots of happy, waggy tails. On the dogs, I mean.
Then go pick up candles and smelly bath stuff to use when combining the "copious amounts of gin" and "crying jag" approaches. And some pumpkin scone mix that you've been craving, because setting out to drink lots of gin when you've only had half a Subway sandwich all day is a good indication that you're probably not the brightest knife in the box of rocks.
And then, while debating the wisdom of actually trying the gin thing, plot when exactly you're going to go here or here (or both, if feeling ambitious). Ignore the fact that your mysteriously and bizarrely screwed-up knee is laughing at the very idea of anything involving lots of walking right now. Also ignore the fact that the previous link includes this little bit: "Don't pat yourself on the back just yet. You still have over 2,000' of climbing to do."
Realize that the knot in your chest is mostly gone and start rethinking parts of the evening's plan that involved beaucoup alcohol.
Not listening to this Velvet Underground album (and this song in particular) for a third time today probably wouldn't do any harm either, come to think of it. D'oh.
