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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.
Rotten day.
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.


  1. Good old Carcassi! I'm not familiar with him but I'm very excited because I'm seeing some friends play flamenco tonight at a concert. I need to retreat into lovely music too! (There must be something in the air, I've been feeling a bit out of sorts too this week.)x

  2. It's called design a weddingcardstress. I would have liked to have seen the concert!

  3. you ring a chord inside me girl...this is sooo real. thanks for your visit to mine too.


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