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Last night I had a big anxiety attack over finances and a few other things. I kept calling my mother and Michael. I took my anxiety pills 3 times yesterday (the maximum I'm supposed to take them). They did help, though. However, I woke up today feeling pretty sick. I have a stomachache so I probably won't eat much today. I did have oatmeal at 8:30am. My mother is over at my house now preparing for the tiling I will help her with. I really hate working on the house... I'm not physically strong and my motor skills are poor for these kind of activities (like unscrewing things). Despite my artistic tendencies, I can have shaky hands. That's probably one reason I often prefer a more Impressionistic/Post-Impressionist approach to my paintings. I'm still in my pajamas since I feel sick and there's no point in dressing up to tile my kitchen floor.
