I really hate to harp on all this, but I'm just not feeling well at all. It's kind of like the feeling you get when you're ready to puke after a night of drinking (minus the dizziness). Plus, my heart is beating really clearly. The funny thing is if you were sitting with me, you wouldn't immediately know that anything was wrong. I guess I've just had so much experience putting up with this bullshit that I can maintain a poker face while it's going on.

I remember the worst panic attack I ever got, was when I was 23 and living in Riyadh, the Kingdom of Shitty Arabia. I got it for about ten days and I slept on the floor for the entire duration (can't exactly remember why I couldn't sleep in my bed). I also remember getting dry heave attacks which were really bad. I can still kind of feel those in the back of my throat but they're more or less under control.

At least I still have my good looks, my skyrocketing career and my $10 million dollar trust fund.