I’ve been in England for the past five days, during which my mood has gone totally haywire. This little jaunt definitely wins the Most Tumultuous Journey Award … and not just because London Stansted to Baden Airpark is the MOST OBSCURE ROUTE EVER. (Seriously, I have to take the tube to a train to the airport and arrive in Germany only to get on a bus to the suburbs to take a train to another suburb before finally making it to Heidelberg. This takes seven hours total.)

Anyway, the point: total emotional dysregulation. This panic attack completely caught me off-guard and had me acting incredibly irrational in the aftermath. I’m still not quite sure what to make of it, but I’m reevaluating a lot of things because of what happened Saturday. My number one desire at the moment is to talk to my friends back in the States. I think it would help me a lot since they were witness to some of my loopier moments in 2008.