The Threat of Panic

In Pertutti's. I know I haven't written in here in forever... It is all in the Vermeer.

Anyway, I am under an absolutely unbearable weight of anxiety and tension and sickness. My neck aches and the sky is always spinning with the tingling threat of over-oxygenation never far behind. So, maybe I should carry a brown paper bag with me... Maybe I should go buy a pack today.

Choir elections are going up (I mean "coming up") and they are only the edge of the anvil on my lungs... That and the two term papers and dreadful exams that are all looming on the horizon. (At least my nails are beautiful-- a Roman red!)

Speaking of which, BigSis leaves for Israel on Sunday.

Sola, perduta, abandonata in my head...