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Record-keeping: the past few weeks have been so bad, in terms of anxiety, especially at work, that I was, this past Monday, looking at websites about voluntary psych admission to a local hospital. Fortunately, that particular spike abated, and I talked to my HR person and am taking a few days off, and actively looking for other jobs — there's a lot I like about my current employment, but there are some things which are....not good for me — and rebudgeting to take the student loan issue which cropped up yesterday into account, and generally holding myself together with spit and duct tape. My apartment is a fucking disaster, my wrist RSI is acting up like a motherfucker, I found a new therapist in DC and now have to spend a lot of time and money establishing a good relationship with her, everything in my fridge is spoiling way faster than it should and I can't figure out why, and basically I would like a personal grownup to shove in front of me to take the brunt of the slings and arrows. The end.