Emo kid

I don't know what happened to me today. Somewhere between listening to a certain person complain all day about being micromanaged and feeling like my pants were too tight, I completely lost it. And by completely, I meant almost breaking down at my desk because Jamie didn't IM me back and Erin had to work late. What the hell? It's actually a feeling that I experienced a lot pre-Lexapro. An actual physical feeling of anxiety, tension and stingy eyes that could leak at any moment. I just don't know where it came from. I really can't think of anything that's happend that's beyond the normal drama that I let encompass my days. Sure, I haven't seen some of my friends in a long time (ahem, JW) and it bothers me and work is well...work and that bothers me too but none of these things seem tear-inducing. Sometimes life seems rather overwhelming and I'm not sure why. The marathon training, for one, gets to me. I still need to run 2 3-milers and an 8-miler this week. If I'm freaking out about not having enough time for Week 1 of training, how the hell am I going to do this? I don't give up. I don't fail. I have to do it. I just don't want to lose any semblance of a social life that I might have. I just don't know how to fit it all in. It scares me that this is happening so soon.

I listented to some slit your wrist music, took a nap and ate some ice cream and now I feel somewhat better. I'm going to the gym in about half an hour to do the 3-miler. I went at 8 last night and couldn't find a parking spot.