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Nov. 9th, 2005 09:57 pmRight after recovering from my panic attack this morning, I thought that the day had to go better than the morning did. And I was right.
Like we managed to run though the entire musical in a reasonable amount of time.
And no, I am not being overdramatic. See, this morning I was called one of the local Catholic churches for my sociology paper. I was feeling my normal discomfert at talking to complete strangers. Then it started getting worse, and worse until I was sweating, then I was shaking, then I started gasping for breath.
Durring the fucking interview no less.
I managed to finish the interview, since it was only the two questions and the Church's reasoning behind said answers.
Then I hung up and started crying.
It took a bit, but I eventualy calmed down and was able to procede though the day.
Like we managed to run though the entire musical in a reasonable amount of time.
And no, I am not being overdramatic. See, this morning I was called one of the local Catholic churches for my sociology paper. I was feeling my normal discomfert at talking to complete strangers. Then it started getting worse, and worse until I was sweating, then I was shaking, then I started gasping for breath.
Durring the fucking interview no less.
I managed to finish the interview, since it was only the two questions and the Church's reasoning behind said answers.
Then I hung up and started crying.
It took a bit, but I eventualy calmed down and was able to procede though the day.
