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I had a god-awful panic attack the other day. The stupid thing is, I go into town at least once a week, and I can deal with that just fine. I can even talk to people all normal-like! But taking a parcel round to a nice neighbour? Hyperventilating and rapid heart beats till I get back in.

I know her well, she's actually really lovely. She's always grateful when we've taken parcels in for her when she's out at work.

IT MAKES NO SENSE.

I haven't actually had a panic attack for...a while, anyway. And certainly not that bad. (I think I even got the shakes, which was fucking ridiculous).

I also have really bad insomnia, too. I got five hours of sleep last night. Although some of that was down to the sun being far too bright at half past fucking seven this morning (seriously, why didn't someone turn the sun down? I mean, my room faces NORTH and, and, I DO NOT COMPREHEND).

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I finished FFXIII again this afternoon, and then followed it with a victory nap. I'm not even sure how I managed the first fight vs. Orphan, since a couple of times I forgot to Paradigm Shift to Combat Clinic at the beginning of the Merciless Judgement attack and everyone had low HP. But survive I did. YES.

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I'm two-thirds of the way through a rainbow blanket for myself (although it's as a bridge to possibly making blankets to sell). I have been annoying everyone on twitter by constantly talking about it and posting pics.

And then there's the other bag, which I haven't finished yet because I'm too excited about the blanket (I know. My life, so exciting!)

I'm going to go and sit in bed and make some more of my blanket. Yes. Sounds like a plan.