My anxiety has been awful. I'm in midst of an anxiety episode I fear, and I still have a touch of the paranoia. Last night it felt like the negative entity was staring at me in the dark. I've also had trouble falling asleep, even after taking 300mg of seroquel. I'm also REALLY paranoid I have type 2 diabetes, despite how I'm on 2000mg of metformin. I think I do because I'm fat and drink a lot of fluids.

Have a lot of cleaning I need to get done and no motivation or desire to do it. I've been wanting to do a lot of retail therapy as of late, which is really unlike me. Normally I hate buying stuff, but I've been making my husband buy me a lot of stuff online (much to his dismay). Just clothes and stuff and things for my hair. Dyeing my hair all black again. I'm getting really sick of my grays. They're really starting to piss me off.

I just wish I could get my hair hacked to shoulder length before I do it. My hair goes almost down to the top of my butt cheeks. I'm going to have to wear a plastic bag when I dye it! That's what I've done in the past when it's been this long (or longer). It's such a pain in the ***, but I absolutely REFUSE to to get it all hacked off and look like a karen just because I'm middle aged now! It's bad enough I have grays and wrinkles and have to wear my glasses because my eyeballs don't like contacts anymore (get too dry and pop out. It happened to me once at the movie theater. Really sucked!).

Okay. I think I've ranted enough about absolutely nothing. There are other things going on too that are making my anxiety skyrocket and making me feel like I'm going to cry, like our daughter has been self harming (sorry. I don't know if that needs a trigger box or not), and my husband asked her about it last night, and it didn't go over well.