Some people say he has a death wishTrouble is he tends to agreeLet’s not ask too many questionsIt’s nothing to do with you or meHe remembers a time when even going home was sweetNow he can’t feel the ground under his feet Shakespeares Sister, The Trouble With Andre The trouble with wanting to switch anti-depressants…

I’ve been emotional lately. Panic attacks on the daily. No discernible triggers. Just little things. Or in this particular case, the absence of a little thing. It’s not like I am/was blindsided. I’m honestly surprised it’s an issue at all. Yet, it stings. No, I’m not gonna discuss it here. You don’t need to know…

i’m not doing so good right now.

I just spent a total of twenty-one hours within the last forty-eight working on two presentations for a contract job I picked up on Thursday. The first couldn’t have gone smoother. Everything just made sense. Then came the second job. It’s on SharePoint as it’s a living document, with four separate individuals adding content. So…

The past couple of nights, I’ve been suffering from waves of anxiety, with no known cause. It got so bad last night, I had to take a Propranolol. The anxiety spikes my blood pressure and the pill helps slow my heart rate so I can calm down. It’s a fail safe; I take one maybe…

*peeks in* Hi. I’m Paul’s Anxiety. You can call me. Well, I don’t really have a name. After Harold, Paul didn’t wanna give anyone else the same recognition. So instead I sound like Tyler Durden. Or was it the scrawny guy, he’s not Tyler Durden. Only he is, because he’s essentially suffering from multiple personality…

Lemme tell ya about my new best friend, Phil. Phil works at Contemporary Computers. And he was on call Saturday when I dialed them up, desperate for help. (Contemporary Computers initially helped me back in December when I needed to swap out my hard drive for an SSD (from a rotational) and add 8 gig…

Had a tooth extracted today. And that was a bugger. Didn’t wanna come out. At all. When your dentist is grousing about its stubbornness, you know it ain’t good. Thank the gods for nitrous. The only think that kept me in the chair. Just wish I wasn’t in pain now. This sucker’s making its absence…

Jeebus, I haven’t written a single word since Monday. Part of it writer’s block, I guess. But Tuesday and Wednesday I worked 8-10 hours which put my design brain to the test. So, as I sit here watching a flashing cursor on my screen. Maybe that ratio is more lopsided towards the former. When was…

(Author’s Note: This was written earlier this evening when I was balls-deep in… something. I can’t call it a panic attack. But I relayed this to my lovely wife and her simple act of listening lifted any fears I had for my sanity.)