Thursday, 22 January 2009
I give up
I should just call this blog "On the Verge of a Panic Attack" which is what seems to be the case these days. Went to see the Klimt exhibition in Tarragona with Patrick and Alice who used to be Frank. I knew as soon as I stepped into the underground parking lot that Panickattackman was right beside me. I never actually do the fainting or I can't breathe, I can't breathe I just feel like I'm going to die and never escape.
Don't know how I did the above. My turn to walk the dog. Rats. Everybody mad that I didn't want to go for a pizza. I don't even like pizza. Half an hour with Carcassi has slightly improved things.