Faking

Well, it turns out that you can’t tell your therapist that you’re too tired to fake being a person all the time without her becoming very concerned.

I didn’t even get around to telling her about the massive panic attack I had on Tuesday.

So, she’s going to talk to my doctor. I’m going to see my doctor in a week.

I guess shit will happen.

Feels like a particularly bad time to lose my mind, but maybe it’s just a particularly bad time to have waited so long to get help.

Anyway, the podcast recording went great. I’m going to have a story in the Nashville Retrospective and in the Nashville Scene in April about the Looby bombing. I’m pondering pitching something to some bigger outlets.

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This is the blanket I’m working on right now. The yarn is pretty inconsistent, but I like how it’s looking worked up.

It has these cool wiggles.

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