Weekend and Monday

Weekend was good over all. A few not so wonderful spots.

Went to Nashville Sunday night, to +Salvation+. We drove up there that night and back right after, placing us back in Maryville around 7 am.

Was fairly good.

Got hit on by this guy.

I almost feel bad for shooting him down so quickly.

Almost.

He picked a very bad time to do it because I had had alittle freak out just moments before and was still reeling from it. Thoroughly pissed off.

And he was trying a bit too hard.

By a bit, I mean a lot.

I was rude. I admit it.

I shouldn't have been, but I was.


Monday was special.

I had the most exciting thing happen in that not at all exciting way.

I had a panic/anxiety attack.

Did not know that that was what it was at the time.

I just knew that I felt like I was dying and I didn't know what to do.

Long story short: I was trying to take a nap before I went to work. Woke up twice. The second time I hurt. Badly. (There were other things: shaking, nausea, dizziness. But the pain was the main issue that I was focusing on) Couldn't figure out what it was. Felt like I was dying. Tried to fix the problem (changing positions, taking a shower), and decided that if I was going to die, I was going to do it at mom's and not in the dorm. At least I would have privacy, even if it would only be a little. I drove like that (Not smart by the way), and as I almost neared the house, it just disappeared. That scared the hell out of me more.

Exciting stuff that.

^.^;