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Friends rock...alarm clocks suck. One more day in the neighborhood. I'm exhausted and I feel not so good. Anxiety is back but I'll be damned if I'm staying in the room by myself another day. If I have a panic attack on the way out, I'll sit on the steps and breathe until it's all ok. Therapy is in four days. J is in 2-1/2ish days. This WILL go away because I want my life back.
