Sorry for the many photos and no words. My anxiety is riding on high-alert these days. Take off all your clothes, run around the middle of the street with all your friends watching and yell very loudly, “the shit is about to hit the fan” repeatedly. Then stop and look around at your friends faces. This is pretty much how my anxiety feels. It wakes me in the middle of the night, it hangs around my desk all day at work and stinks up every conversation or relationship I have going on right now.

In light of this new intense anxiety I’ve picked up a little chant that I repeat to myself in my head when I start feeling myself go over the cliff. I wake up and say it in my bed; I sing it in the shower. I think I’ve really lost my noodles but, its just anxiety and it soon will pass.

In the worse possible way I will try to give you a very quick run-down of San Francisco.

I drank absinthe in Vesuvio. This is the bar where Jack Kerouac hung out in San Francisco.

I stayed in a hotel in North Beach on the corner of Grant. Basically this is the edge of China Town. That particular weekend being the kick-off to Chinese New Year. Thus making me the tallest whitest person in the neighborhood. OK, me and Dr. B.

I had the best Café Au lait at Café Trieste since I was in Italy in 2000.

I ate more sushi than should be humanly allowed.

I visited a cemetery; It’s the only time I feel calm, good, at peace. Could someone explain my need to be around dead people? ( I hope Dr. B doesn’t read this. I would instantly be tossed into the crazy ex-pile.)

I met Little Miss J., who is way beautiful in real life.

I didn’t go dancing because I was tired, and old which made me feel older than old.

It only rained one day; the rest of the time it was beautiful and warmer than here.

My flights were delayed a couple of times; you can imagine where my anxiety went when that happened. I take Benadryl when I fly to help keep anxiety at lower levels. Hard to freak out when all you want to do is sleep.

I met Dr. B’s friends.

I had a seat in First Class on the way home; I finished reading Eat, Pray, Love. I cried in First Class. Yes Dr. B was sitting in coach not two rows behind me. Thank god for that.