Alright I had a pretty bad panic attack on Tuesday so it's definitely not the time to be asking any lady to put my diamond X on her normal Y. Had to lay down on the bed but couldn't sleep, just sweated and thought I was dying for sure, no one left to take care of Gramma K, why do other folks who are bad get to live, the usual routine. It passed after about a day and a half and I was in such a good mood that I made these bookshelves out of cinder blocks and wide wood boards. Molly doesn't like it but it's kind of a nice monument to a time I was really happy. Since then I've evened out and am just puttering around not getting too much done. Hair kind of raggedy, got to go see Lyle I guess.