My Gas

I slept most of yesterday away... and now I'm sitting here looking crazy, because in 5 hours I will be driving to  go work for my sister for the day. It's not that I don't welcome that distraction from everything else, I just have the feeling that anxiety is setting up a clear course to pounce, and pounce hard. I'm already anxious knowing that I have to stop to get gas!! Yes... I know, why should I have an issue with getting gas? All I know is, that I hate doing it and I feel it takes too much time. In others words, since my drive is long, stopping adds to that time, and I don't like that! I just like to get where I'm going and be done with it. In the "real" world none of this should/would matter one bit, but it's "MY" world that I'm dealing with, so it IS relevant... for/to me... that is.

Lodgers

I was going to start telling how these unforgiving lodgers took up residence. Or at least speak on when they became so disgruntle, I had no choice but  to seek medical help. All that will have to wait a little while longer, just don't wanna deal with it now. Although, it is important to get to the root, I'm more concerned with my feelings that perhaps it will never go away or even go on a much needed holiday. The pressure of trying to Manage and Regulate my Thoughts, Feelings, Impulses, Suspiciousness, and Anger, is NOT only a heavy assignment, it's a full time job... I should be getting paid for this... shit !!!