Today is about an 8 or a 9, and I'm carrying it about 20% in my head (around the brain stem), 35% in my chest, and 45% in my legs. So I'm pacing, shifting my feet back and forth and tapping my foot each time. I'm also constantly wanting to smoke all the cigarettes until I'm actually smoking one, then I'm disgusted. They also bump up my heart rate up, so yeah. Part of me wants to suck down a bottle of red wine, which is probably the best idea, right? My new therapist is suggesting I write down my anxiety experiences. So I think I'm going to live-tweet my anxiety and watch Saturday Night Live until I start finding it funny.