After I have a panic attack, I get really tired. People would be surprised at how much they actually take out of you physically and mentally. I've just wanted to sleep all afternoon but I can't. If I were to "nap" I might not be able to sleep at night. Plus, I don't want to get into the habit of sleeping during the day. That would really screw things up when I finally get well enough to go back to work.

I guess my lecture last night with Mr. Scotty didn't go over as well as I thought. He got up this afternoon and took my truck to go to the card shop and the game stop to try and sell some stuff then he went to work. So, I don't get to go on a driving venture this evening because he doesn't get off work until after 11:30pm. This is absolutely the last time. I need the truck here with me because I need to get out of the house at least once a day to go rolling around. Piss of the panic attacks and get out there anyway. Fight fire with fire. Nonetheless, tonight is his last time driving the truck.

Matthew has been a total shit to me all afternoon. I don't know why but he's been getting these wild hairs up his ass lately for no apparent reason. I think it's a teenage thing but I'm not sure. After all, I've never been a teenage boy. Anyway, he's finally shut up and laying on the floor watching a movie. Soon, I will be ready for bed and I won't have to deal with it.

Tomorrow will be better. I just know it will. It has to be. I cannot have two bad days in a row.