I Rule My Endocrine System

On my way to a party which is (a) for something I think is super cool and (b) is probably going to be fun and (c) should be fairly low impact. Already dressed. Just need to put shoes on. But feeling anxious. There is zero reason to feel social anxiety right now, but apparently my endocrine system doesn’t like listening to reason.

I refuse to be enslaved by my own weakness, so I will be leaving the house, but I sure wish I felt less stressed. So far, the month since I got back to LA has been really wearing on me. I’d say I need a vacation, but the last one really pointed out how stressful and plain difficult my regular life is by comparison. Bleah.