I am having some sort of anxiety attack, and I don’t really know why. I don’t like it much; it feels like something is sitting on my chest and I have an incredible sense of doom lingering over me. There’s nothing wrong that I can think of; everything is pretty much where it ought to be and I have no major angst or marbles up in my business – so what gives? I am Freaking Out, Man. Perhaps my bad sleep last night is doing me more harm than I gave it credit for.

I keep thinking my weekend was largely uneventful, but in actuality a lot of things both happened and got done. On Friday night, a group of us went to check out some local arty things down by the railroad tracks with the intent of purchasing Astrosatchels. Shan wasn’t able to find what she was looking for, but Miranda and I found cool things and Ed bought a pouch for his office girlfriend. Afterwards, we all (Josh Shan Miranda Reilly Ed [who is lame and has no URL because he is from the 50’s] and I – I really need to come up with a short name for the collective) had dinner at ye Old Spaghetti Factory, participated in Operation: Lots of Bread, then hung out at M+R’s super hip and cool loft. It was a Very Good Time!

Saturday was all about being girlie. Shan and I braved Metrotown for a solid afternoon of shopping (we had coupons to redeem) while the boys did not very much at all. I made dinner for the four of us, then Shan and I kicked the boys out so we could a) do facials, b) eat brownies, and c) watch Bring It On. Hah! I hadn’t done any of those things in a long time, and it was a lot of fun. The boys must have been having a good time too, because Ed didn’t come home until almost 4am – I think he and Josh watched every video on YouTube, which I am very glad to not have been a part of.

Sunday was absolutely gorgeous outside, but we didn’t experience much of it because I am mean. I finally cracked the whip, and Ed and I spent most of Sunday afternoon at the Laundromat doing 5 loads of laundry – only HALF of the massive pile o’ clothes that has taken over our apartment. Having clean clothes once again makes me feel a lot better about our apartment, and once we finish the second (5th through 10th) load I’ll be even happier. I made Ed swear on a stack of game manuals that we will never, ever let the laundry get that bad ever again. On the upside though, we discovered that the ‘mat we use doesn’t charge for Drop-Off Service – you only pay the machine cost of your laundry. Hah! I think we’ll be cheating tonight, since the two large garbage bags of dirty things are nothing more than towels and sheets. I don’t really feel comfortable having strangers pawing through my unmentionables, but they can feel free to browse through my mystery stains. Sucks to be them!

My Sunday was nowhere near as eventful as Doug and Ali’s though, since they officially welcomed River to the planet – congrats, guys! Way to have a baby!

I scooted to the office today, and I think I’m going to go for a ride. I really want to shake off these heebies. Anxiety attacks suck.