*clears throat*

I've changed my username, everyone.

Am now mousme.

I realise it wasn't in the poll, but I was considering it as a strong possibility. It means "little girl" in Japanese, and is my father's pet name for me. :)

Don't worry about broken links and what have you. My old username will redirect people automatically.

Am now going to have a soothing tea. I'm never really good about drastic and permanent changes. WAH! But on the whole I'm pleased.

Yeah, yeah, yeah... 100 things about me

Am following crowd. Ba-aa.

*makes like sheep*

( 100 Things About Me )

I will post the other 50 things at a later date, 'cause I can't think of anything else.

Shit...

Having a panic attack for no apparent reason.

Felt it building up earlier, tried to keep it at bay, and not working at all.

Shit shit shit.

These things are always poorly-timed, too. I have to leave for curtana's game in fifteen minutes or so, and right now all I want to do is curl up in a ball in a corner and hyperventilate.

I can't remember whether or not I took my stupid anti-anxiety meds this morning.

Fuck.

To War!!!!! Yaaaaaaaaargh! *charges forward wielding broadsword dangerously*

Tonight's Third Empire game was fun.

Finally got to meet the woman behind elanya who is nothing like I pictured her, which is hardly surprising, as her sister was nothing like I'd pictured her either. She was still absolutely lovely. I think she's convinced I'm a crackpot, however, as I was *completely* manic in an attempt to overcompensate for the massive panic attack I was trying to stave off all evening.

Wish I had had the advice about the paper bag earlier, but I will keep it in mind for later use. At least I didn't hyperventilate at the game. Go me!

My character might be pregnant! Yay!

Otherwise, the army went to war on the Mohadim to the South (I think that's how Julia spells it), and I'm going with them next month! w00t!


Hmm. What else? In a fit of pique I deleted Pepy's journal, as it has once again spammed my friends page with the same goddamned entries it spammed me with for the last five or six days, or however long I've been subscribed to it. Frankly, I find the man's life not all that interesting, and I certainly don't want to read the same entry ten times in a row. There's only so far I'm willing to go for the sake of historical interest. And that guy has been eating turkey leftovers since Christmas!!!!

Lots of exclamation mark tonight. It feels like an exclamation mark type of evening. :)

I noticed checkeredstripe deleted her journal. I never really knew her that well, but it kind of leaves one wondering... She won't be able to see this entry anyway, but what can you do?

I think I'm going to avoid BUS for a few days. Three solid days of counselling suicidal posters has kind of taken it out of me. That might be why I'm feeling a little on edge... not a good sign if I eventually want to go into social work. Then again, I'm still in the recovery process. In remission, but not officially "cured." I really have to call my gp tomorrow for an appointment. Damn those stupid nurses who go off duty at 2pm! What use is that to anybody?

I finally put film in my camera, and have been snapping pictures of my long-suffering cats. They have been very patient with their Mummy, and have even gone so far as to not wriggle about when the camera is pointed at them, which is quite the feat for them as my camera has a very long cord attached to it.

curtana mentioned that Chapters is hiring again, and at this point I'm unhappy enough with my present job that I think I'd be more than willing to forgo the insurance benefits and the better pay in order to do a job I might enjoy more. I have to do some calculations to see if I can actually swing it. If I didn't have the car I definitely would do it in a heartbeat.

The irony in that statement is that I got the car to be able to get to my current job. *sigh*

I don't know how car deals work. I mean, I lurve my car, but if can take it back to the dealer (for a financial penalty or what have you), or maybe even just transfer the lease to someone else, then I'd do it in a heartbeat if it meant getting out of this confounded customer service job.

Off to calculate.