I can’t make this panic go away. It’s still there, eating at the edges of my universe, happily nibbling away at everything that I’ve built.

I tried to do my Kung Fu exercises and panicked as soon as I started to sweat.

I found breif respite in the coffee shop by immersing myself in a Mage book. Earlier, I found solace in some taped Star Trek episodes.

Tweaked just isn’t the word.