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I feel seven kinds of anxious right now, and I'm afraid to look at them, imagining each negative feeling to be some sort of DSM-inspired hydra.   There's a wheezing puppy in my lap, a purring kitten sitting on the couch behind me, Light's out getting himself breakfast and Abundance asleep upstairs, Skin and Grin asleep in their room, and instead of feeling content, I'm feeling lonely and terrified, once again like there's something wrong and I just need to be a little more afraid and I'll be able to figure out what it is and possibly circumvent it.

I've now decided warm applesauce and vanilla frozen yogurt are a totally legit breakfast.  It hasn't made me feel better, but I'm pretending.  Oh, am I pretending.    I'm going to go try to get some snuggles, though our million horrible pets are probably going to snuggle-block me.