My Work

  I just banged out a quickie.   That’s what I call a small panic attack. Basically, something happens which sets my brain and body on fire. My thoughts bang around at a mile a minute, and without me really noticing, my heart starts beating way too fast. It feels like I’m running a race. I have a lot of quickies. If unchecked, they can turn into full blown panic attacks but generally they just ruin my day, maybe make me cry. Sometimes a quickie turns into a mood which is when I’m really stressed for a really long time. Over the summer, I was going through some stuff which doesn’t matter anymore, and my friends had a fire. I showed up in a MOOD like you would not believe. It is impossible to be a bigger asshole than I was that day. Or weirder. I consumed the equivalent of a small lake in water bottles and peed over 7 times in a 3 hour period. Let me repeat that, I drank almost 12 full water bottles one by one in a single evening. I did not speak much, but when I did it was stri...