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April 22, 2007
So this is officially about the 3rd night I woke up with anxiety. "I'm fine" I told myself in the mirror, but took an ativan also. Tomorrow after work I am definitely going to see how much time I can put in at the gym because I just don't feel healthy. I wonder why I couldn't wait for it to go away in bed? Because I didn't want a seizure to come on. Nevertheless I dreamed about writing short stories and birds (particulary BJ on my fingers). It wasn't BJ because the bird wasn't nice, but I liked it.