Another panic attack night. To cope tonight I told my mom the story of Goethe's Faust Part one and two. She thinks I should write the screen play lol She's cute. On a serious note, I took a second 1mg Klonopin and it's not working very well. I feel fear in my heart. I'm on edge. jThese panic attacks are starting to wear me down, and I can only talk to my mother for so long. I see my psychologist tomorrow. We're going to review coping mechanisms I'm betting. My PDoc better call me tomorrow. This constitutes an emergency in my book. Something went dreadfully wrong with my meds. I'm going to count the stucco on my ceiling now until I get to a thousand. brb.