I'm feeling anxious about the concert.. I really don't want to do it. I feel like a panic attack will come my way though if I dwell on it... and I really don't want to wax emo. Feel like writing love poetry, though I'm not in love. I suppose if writing poetry about feelings will produce feelings then it's worth the effort. Also feeling bitter. I have the urge to spend the whole day rock-climbing and talking to the boys at the wall. They're like my girlfriends there, male versions of my roomie and suitemate. Except they laugh at my problems more. Yet somehow there's a difference in telling them my problems. I can't put my finger on it. Worried about the Astros. I need to spend some quality time with God right now. I need to go out to Camp Allen and spend a whole weekend down by the lake. That's exactly what I need. That or blinders.