What I need to do is find something to calm me down to a point where I don't get a heart attack everytime I hear the phone ring or read an email that's actually addressed to me. I wonder if it's just that the living like a recluse thing is getting to me. Even when people are nice I have a (metaphorical) heart attack. And when we hear happy things about more work. And you can see I've gotten so paranoid that I have to put "metaphorical" in parentheses before "heart attack" under the superstition that failure to do so might actually give me a real heart attack. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
And today there's no Danny Phantom. How am I supposed to get my hit?