I have anxiety problems. By that, I mean that the silliest things send me into a whirlwind. I've had panic attacks before going somewhere new over where I'd have to park. If I might get somewhere any less than 15 minutes early, I feel like it's not even worth going because OBVIOUSLY I'm going to be late.
My current source of irrational anxiety? I have a hair appointment Tuesday. Since I've made this appointment, I've been driving J up the wall fretting over it. In the back of my mind, I know that the girl I go to is rad and whatever I wind up getting done will be awesome. That still doesn't keep me from feeling like I'm going to come home with a stark black pixie cut.
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