Thanks for the words of support. I'm having fun just me and the pup in Santa Cruz. I've been listening at all of Rob's records, reading a ton, doing homework and freelance stuff, playing with the dog, etc.

So far, the only thing exciting I've heard happen at the party was that someone projectile vomited (or shat) in the living room at around 7am. Good times. Oh and the DJ didn't show, neither did the van driver or security. Who knows what's up for sure...all I can say was that I'm glad I wussed out and decided to take the dog for a little quiet time somewhere else for the weekend.

we'll see about the meds. After reading that article that Gayla posted, I'm not too sure if meds would be a smart move just to stop my anxiety. Maybe I should seriously look into yoga afterall.