I am meeting with my ex tomorrow. I’m about to go run on the treadmill until I am too exhausted to have a panic attack, and hopefully my dinner I ordered will be here shortly after, and I can have a glass (who am I kidding, bottle) of wine, sink into a bubble bath, and with any luck, get a few hours of sleep tonight. Oh, also? I work a nine hour shift before I meet with him, aaaaand I have a meeting with the dean of the school of music where he wants me to sing for him one on one. Fantastic! Maybe I should try and give a public speech as well just to really ratchet the anxiety level up to heights truly never before seen.