I’ve started writing this blog post about fifty-eleven times. I am so agitated that I abruptly close Word, dammit! YES I want to write, NO I do NOT! I have a craving for the creative – but none of my available outlets are satisfying to me. Dammit! I bought a tie-dye kit, but the t-shirts I ordered from Amazon won’t be here until next week. Dammit! I want to do it NOW! I’m thinking about going to Target and buying some men’s v-neck tees so that I can do some now. I like those v-necks. But what size am I now? Dammit! I don’t know. Better go XL. But if they’re too big? My boobs won’t look good. Dammit! Do ya see a little glimmer of the agitation I’m feeling? Oh yeah and I have therapy today. Dammit! I don’t want to go to therapy. I don’t want to talk about feeling agitated, scared, and out of sorts. I don’t want to BE these things, Dammit! Maybe I just need to get out and get some exercise. Which is yet another thing I don’t want to do. Dammit! I wish I could just go back to bed, dammit. Is there a pill for the Dammits?