All my normal tactics to elivate my anxieties are not working. I have written down the questions so I can tackle then in the light of day. I have weighed out multiple pant options which included stumbling around in my closet to double checked that my kahkis from last summer still fit (miracle). I even made a rather frantic call to Fedex to ensure I filled out the waybill correctly for my passport's safe return. The nice lady (Louisa) kindly reassured me that I had done it right. None of these things has given me any relief from this crazy brain of mine.
Warm milk didn't do a damn thing except make me need to pee. Sleeping in the other room just turned out to be colder. And now I am sitting in bed tapping out this note on my blackberry in hopes of finally allowing my brain to get out all its worries and "to do" items.
Please brain - I am begging you - let me go back to sleep. I am going to be a wreak for the rest of the day. Oh great, something else to worry about now!!
Nightie night - I hope.
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you poor thing...i know it's tough losing sleep over all the stresses of taking a one year sabbatical...my heart really does go out to you as I lie awake at night thinking of the looming deadlines, the pressing reports, the anxiety of another day on the job....yes I do really feel for you.
Thanks for your support for my anxiety attacks. Next time I will knock on your door at 4am for a more immediate round of sympathy.
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