may 15, 2003. Had a supremely awful day today, and the worst thing is that I couldn't point to any one event that pushed me over. It's been building for awhile, I guess. I've been sleeping badly for months, and last night we saw a late showing of the Matrix: Reloaded, so I was just that much more exhausted. By the time afternoon rolled around, I could feel a panic attack threatening, the first I've felt in months. Luckily I didn't get the full attack, but the feeling left me shaken for hours. I can't take my antianxiety medication anymore, because it's known to cause birth defects. So I had to suffer. And now I'm going to bed. Booty Call: Day 69 - Glans penis and scrotum formed. 2 years ago today: not a formula for excitement