Waiting for the world to stop

Oh, so this is how it feels to almost have a nervous breakdown. Good to know.
The panic attack was genuine. It's been just me for the past two weeks here at work, in this library, and you cannot run a law library efficiently with just one person physically there. I can route calls and emails to our New York office, but when it comes to immediate snap decisions, it falls on me. Therefore, I nearly exploded when the attorney I had been struggling to find certain books for got a book I had borrowed from an inter-library loan, realized it was the wrong book, called me as soon as I got in, and asked me to find the right book as soon as possible. I would have been fine, if I hadn't temporarily lost the catalog of ILL books and firms that have them, burst into tears, composed myself, had a minor simple partial, and kept my voice from shaking as I called a dozen local law libraries looking for this book. One of them had it. I sent a messenger to get it.
I hope to gods the attorney is satisfied. She did thank me and apologize for the mess, but I feel horribly guilty and I feel as though I let her down. My boss should be back on Monday. I still have not put away all these books that need shelving. I have not finished sorting through the week's mail. I feel like a failure. I don't want to get in trouble on Monday. I know, rationally, that I won't, I'll be okay, Ray knows that I can't handle everything on my own like this.
Still... know what I mean?

Still breathing

I called Beca after I'd calmed down enough where I would not crawl under my desk and start bawling. Thank you, dearest. That herbal tea suggestion sounds lovely.
I even fought off another partial while I was at it. See? Everything will be okay.
*looks around at office that seems to have been attacked by rabid hurricanes*
I think.

So goddamn tired

The aftereffects of three simple partial seizures in a row has finally hit. Like bricks. I'm exhausted. I want to sleep. I can't sleep. I can't go home. I have to stay.
Mental fog.

I want coffee. Can I have coffee?

Oh dear gods it's a Friday cute invasion

Go to cuteoverload.com right now. Now! RIGHT NOW!
There is so much cuteness I don't know what to squeal at first.
But let me start with these:
May the Force be with the hamster
Giving cottonball a new meaning
The cat who stole your marijuana
Auditioning for Cottonelle, are we?

Is Stargate trying to tell us something?

( Origin... and its origins )

Not that I mind...

Dreaming about the goddess Hecate holding my pentacle, my lock of hair, and a glowing golden-red sphere while standing at the entrance to a moonlit forest can't be a bad thing. Maybe she just wants to show her love. Or, as some have suggested, she wants to teach me things.
I sit here wondering why I am having visions of the darker goddesses, and then I realize how my life has changed and matured. It is time for new lessons. I'm stronger now. Makes sense.
http://www.goddessgift.com/goddess-myths/greek_goddess_hecate.htm
http://www.hecatescauldron.org/The%20Goddess%20Hecate.htm