Have I mentioned that I am a generally anxious person? Because I am. I mean, I have officially been diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder on no less than three occasions during my (almost) 38 years on this lovely planet. I kind of dumped a lot of that anxiety on people this week, include a person I have “known” online for many years, a lovely and amusing woman who accepted my friend request on Facebook even after witnessing my minor freakout over ANOTHER friend’s husband maybe accidentally (but maybe purposefully) full on Facebook cockblocking me. As the lovely new friend said “Oh, the Facebook.”
Facebook is basically the worst thing ever for people with Generalized Anxiety Disorder. I’m just sayin’.
Anyway.
It’s 11:50PM, my husband has been asleep for an hour and a half and I’m about to pour myself another glass of this fine Gewurztraminer (from a winery manned by a FORMER BACHELOR) (I HATE MYSELF RIGHT NOW) (but it was on sale at BevMo so what the fuck ever). Because I am super awake all of a sudden. Three hours ago, I was ready to pass out. Now, I am worried about…well, nothing. For the moment.
(Okay honestly I am kind of worried about the fact that I am watching Revolution. On purpose.) (Fuck you, it’s because Giancarlo Esposito is rocking the fuck out of his role. Yo.)
Tomorrow we are going to a concert, to see The Airborne Toxic Event, whose music I can get lost in forever if given half the chance. Kevin is coming with me, because he is the best husband ever so he is setting aside his general dislike of Modern Music and coming with me. I hope when he sees them live he realizes why they are awesome. I hope he realizes why they calm me down and why the words of songs like “Timeless” and “Wishing Well” speak to my damaged little self.
Oh, Self.