Mark just called from Salt Lake City. I don't know if I feel better or worse. I asked him to call me back when he's at his hotel. Maybe that's what sent me into a panic attack - the fact that he's not here. What a loser that would make me. I wish the klonipin would kick in, but it's this slow acting medication that's not like any type of, well, I don't know what else to call it, but anything like a xanax type of drug - or valium, whatever. That's not the purpose. It may have just started working, or maybe I just willed and lied to myself that it is now working. I did just do that. I need to iron my clothes for tomorrow, so I guess I'd better do that. One less thing to panic about, right?
Geez this is awful. I hope I make it to work on time.
Thanks, dear blog.