4-9: Mild panic over time is still panic

Location: Home (my apartment) on the couch

Time: 8:15 PM, the sun has set and I've started turning on some lights so that I'm not in the dark

Mood (1 to 10, 10 = fantastic, 1 = absolutely horrible): 3

Last Meal: I had cereal (crumbs from the honey oat bunches, and then a little bit of quaker's oat squares), and then was still hungry so I ate a pear that I bought yesterday at Kroger

Current level of exercise: I've done my share of standing, lifting, walking, etc in the kitchen.

Meds:

-Adderall: 20 mg taken at 9:35 AM

-Prozac: 60 mg taken last night at 9:30 PM

-Coffee: made regular coffee, poured water to the 4-c line and it was like 2 cups of coffee

General schedule of the day: I left and got to work on time before 10 AM, day was fine, but music in the kitchen was just overwhelming from all the sources mixing and just the stupid EDM stuff Owen was playing, I left at 4:40 after having tried coping and feeling like I just needed to get away

Objective: I'm here to write what happened so I can share it with Neila

Dump Zone:

My tongue hurts. After I got home at like 5:30, and I wrote my D&D group on Discord about how I realized that every Tuesday it was something at work that ruined my day (or that I let ruin my day, whatever)....you know, I should just copy & paste what I wrote because it made more sense.

My D&D character is named Analaigh and that's why my name wasn't 'Ashley'...Octavia is a friend I met only through Discord through this campaign, 'Caefer' is the dungeon master, Caleb, who I know in person because he's my friend Kayla's fiancee :D and yeah it felt better to tell them than to vaguely describe that I needed time and/or a nap like I had the last few sessions after getting home from work in a frazzle and a fizz.