Grinning like a loon

I don't have an anxiety closet. Not really. My anxieties are very up front - they don't sneak around in closets or under the bed like one of my cats, but come right on up to me, plop right on down on the bed and poke me awake. poke Hey, wake up. poke You haven't finished packing. poke It's four Aaaaa-Eemmm! Time to get up! pokepokepoke

It isn't an entirely bad thing. Lord knows I can sleep on the train.

So - Eeeeeeeeeeee! I'm going to Escapade!