Oh my God. You ever have those days that are hardly bearable. I'm still ruminating regularly at work and it sparked some serious anxiety - it took about an hour for me to calm down and return to normal. I mean, I still kept working; it was no panic attack, and brainlessly hanging clothes probably helped me relax a little and distract myself, but damn. I haven't stressed myself out that bad in a long time. All I wanted to do was curl up in a little ball and cry. But I made it through and I'm proud of myself.

I need a more engaging job where this isn't a problem.

Also, some people on another site were talking about loss...apparently I'm more terrified of death than I'll ever admit. I don't even want to admit this here. But I just glanced at a few philosophical posts and couldn't bear to read.