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Waking up at 2 something in the morning due to a panic attack borne out of ... nothing?  (I fell asleep on the couch around 9, woke at 10:30 and took myself to bed.) ... is never, ever fun.  I don't know what triggered it, if it was a dream or if my brain has suddenly decided to turn to the dark side.  By being an ass.

I seem to be doing better this morning though my nerves are all up in the air at the moment.  I think when I calm down, I'm going to make some pancakes and figure out today's plans.

Ugh.  My brain is not my friend this week.