It has been, to say the least, a strange weekend.

My man is off helping a friend until tomorrow, and as much as I understand why he is doing so - it is his nature - I miss him. I managed to keep myself relatively busy, however. I visited with Leshae, then went to the beach for the day yesterday. Today, however, was a rougher day. I had an anxiety attack this morning. I was making a list of everything I must do before the end of June, and all of a sudden I was in a full blown anxiety attack. I could hardly breathe, I was ready to vomit, and I began to cry uncontrollably. I tried to call Bright, then Michelle, then my older brother. Third time being the charm, I finally reached someone. He helped calm me down, but I am still worried. I cannot continue to function for the next five weeks if this is how I cope. I wanted to call my man, but he has other things on the go this weekend.

Work is both a blessing and a curse these days. So much to do, so little time, it makes the root beer slide past me.

37 root beers left.