Three more days.

I'm in a slightly better mood tonight, especially considering how bad I was today. Dad unwillingly helped trigger an anxiety attack.
"Why haven't you gotten your snow tires yet?
Why did you drop that class a month ago? Did you really have to drop that class?
This new apartment is really expensive. Its coming out of your college, you know."

Yes Dad, I know. Thank you. Excuse my as I have an anxiety attack now.
He apologized later.
But still.
It would be nice if I could have an interaction with either parent without them triggering anxiety.

I called my mom tonight apologizing for being so frustrated over the weekend. I know she understands, but I'm sure its not any easier for her.

Charles brightened my mood by telling my about the 88 shrine pilgrimage in Shikoku, and then showing my silly posts on a threat titled: "(MSPaint) Things your father does that are beyond your comprehension. "
Its pretty funny.
I want to do that pilgrimage now.

Three more days until my first therapist's appointment. Three more days.
It feels good for things to more forward.

To bed. I bought some new books by Thich Nhat Hanh, and I hope to dive into them before going to sleep. Oooo, in my new comfy cat-piss free papasan cushion. Huzzah.