I left work early and went to bed as soon as I got home. Now, 6 hours later, I just woke up and realized HOLY SHIT, the 25th anniversary of my attack is coming up. Less than 100 days to go. Perhaps that will be a date I will choose not to be here to see. The thought makes me feel relaxed and peaceful, as opposed to the turmoil that comes with thinking about even keeping going long enough to see Depeche Mode in the fall. I just hate feeling trapped.