TGIF

Not much to say.

It's Friday. We had our awards assembly today. They decided to schedule it a mere 20 minutes before our busses "ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO LEAVE" (in other words, get out here or you're driving the kids home), which meant we had to slink out in the middle wearing our "we're special" signs, which I hate, but other than that, it went well.

In random news, my nascent carpal tunnel syndrome is acting up again, so not much typing from me tonight.

I'm going to bed....

Timing

I could, if I were determined to forget my true age, sound like my mom and gripe about when I could fill up my car (granted, the Mazda, not the van) for about $10.

Instead, I'm going to gripe about the fact that when I drove past the Arco on Devonshire at 3:45 today, gas was $2.41. When I drove back past it 3 hours later, to get gas, it was $2.51.

Eesh. This keeps up, and I might have to start looking for an apartment in Simi -- for what I pay here, I could only get a small 1-bedroom, but considering that $20 of gas doesn't even last 3 days anymore....

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POK-mobile post below, kind of.

Still haven't figured out if I had a panic attack or not. I know that even yesterday when I thought about it, I immediately got nervous, as though scared it would happen again -- which thought was prompted by remembering someone else having that reaction after their first panic attack -- but I'm very leery of talking myself into some sort of anxiety disorder.

I remember being on a mailing list once where just that happened -- someone had a random panic attack once, and then feared getting another one so much that they made themselves even more nervous and upset.

Sleeping well last night seems to have helped, since I can talk about it today without getting too worked up (and without wanting to spend the night at my mom's Just In Case), though I accomplished that with some Tylenol PM (intentionally, for the first time...I bought the bottle by accident when I was having wisdom tooth problems and took it for lack of a pain killer). I'm still quite wiped, both from the actual event itself (you would have thought I'd run ten miles the way my heart was beating) and from the not sleeping, but getting there.

...meanwhile, I will need to make a Ralphs run tomorrow, and I'm going to make myself go back to the scene of the crime, so to speak, and not any other Ralphs.

Oh, and note to S., my student who has panic attacks: Next time you have one, you can have all the spicy chex mix in the world, as far as I'm concerned, if it makes you feel better. Props to you, buddy, just for being awake and happy at school every day. If there were a school award for courage, I'd give it to you at the next assembly without a second thought, kiddo.

Back to School

Gosh, that was a fast spring break. :-(

I'm not sure I'm ready for that last mad dash towards the end of the year, but it could just be that I had one of my (thankfully increasingly rare) bouts of insomnia last night, and maybe got 2 or 3 hours of sleep.

Or, it could be that I think I had a panic attack earlier today. I say "I think" because I've never had one before. A mild one, to be sure, because I could still function, but it sure felt like one. My hands kept shaking for about an hour after the rest of it stopped. It was the weirdest thing...and hopefully an occurrence that won't be repeated.

I've got a bunch of stuff to get accomplished this week, but I've done pretty well at keeping to my New Year's Resolution of doing school stuff at home only 3 nights a week, and only until 10 at the latest at that.

So, here's to the rest of the year....