Al-Qaeda Airways - Daily Flights One-Way Non-stop to Paradise.

Fucking anxiety attack! Fuck Fuckity Fuck Fuck FUCK!

 

 Right in the middle of a supermarket, in the middle of the afternoon, there I was, standing in the aisle looking and feeling like a complete TOOL!

 

 ARGH! I HATE THIS!

 

Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!

 

It isn't bad enough that there's a storeload of soccer mums there, I have to be right in the middle of the aisle, breathing like I'm having a heart-attack and shaking and feeling dizzy and . . . .

 

eugh I don't want to think about it. Where's the gin?