I think I need a tranquilizer or something. I’m tempted to at least go out and buy some Benadryl or something. Or maybe I just need to be around people.
I’m in my hotel room — it’s a studio apartment/suite, which I got for cheap on Priceline. It’s OK. The decor is a rather odd green, and the outside of the bedspread has holes in it (burn holes? they look melty, but no black or brown edges), but it’s comfortable enough.
There are no reunion events tonight, so I’m just hanging out. However, my stomach is churning. Actually, it feels like my insides are churning from my belly up into my chest. The butterflies are busy in there.
One thing that set me off was an email about Camp Arrowhead. This particular email, although it really changes nothing, disturbed me for some reason. And no, I can’t tell you what it said! I guess it’s the attitude of some of the parties involved that disturbs me. They’ve got their minds made up one way and can’t or won’t listen to anyone else.
I’m also dealing with a personal financial issue. Nothing drastic, but those are always stressful. And, as I said, I’m in my hotel room — alone. That magnifies everything.
I can’t get rid of the anxiety, but I can get through it. I have before. I will now.