Yesterday the sun turned red. If that isn't an omen, I don't know what is. It's the apocalypse, I just know it.
Today I'm going to a counselor to deal with some of my "pressing emotional problems" and "chronic anxiety". I've always thought counselors were kind of wacky, but I think I just need to talk more than anything else. I don't want medication or extensive therapy, I just want someone I can verbalize my anxieties to without feeling like a fool. I figure it can't hurt and it might help.