inquiry and bloodlust

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Wake him up, definitely. One of my biggest fears is dying in my sleep - there's just something unspeakably tragic to me about missing such a huge event in, well, your life. I'd want to know so I could fight and think and savor those last few breaths and I'd unerringly choose to give someone I love the same opportunity. Plus, how could we MacGuyver escape parachutes out of puke bags, issues of SkyMall, and dental floss for our epic against-all-odds survival if one of us was asleep?

From gal:

if you get more than 30, get some counseling.
if you get more than 20, you’re paranoid.
if you get 11-20, you are normal.
if you get 10 or less, you’re fearless.

( i fear … )

Grand total: 10

So I'm fearless. Huh. Somehow, I don't think I'm fearless. Y'know, with the whole anxiety/panic thing and all. Curse this meme for not taking into account the nuances of my psyche!

I can't sleep. I'm getting my wisdom teeth out about six hours from now, and I'm just too nervous to rest. Y'see, it's going to be done under general anesthesia. I believe I've mentioned my minor somniphobia before, yeah? There's pretty much nothing scarier to me than the idea of being FORCED to sleep. It doesn't help that I can't take a Xanax to relax, and I KNOW I can't, which just makes me panic a bit more. I'm self-medicating with Mighty Boosh instead. It's working decently. Still can't sleep, but I'm fairly happy.

Wish me luck, guys. Hopefully, I'll be up to making a sure-to-be-typo-studded post here this afternoon.

I'm attempting to schedule getting my wisdom teeth removed. This is both a blessing (these bitches hurt and I want them gone) and a curse (I hate making phone calls and am afraid of anesthesia). Urgh.

In fandom news, Jaime and I saw a big white rabbit at the mall. Probably a harmless Easter Bunny, but we still considered running or pelting him, just in case. Also, Jaime made pancakes both last night and this morning. The ones this morning included chives. They really came alive.

We are so lame. Wow.

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Nope and nope. The only phobias I come close to having are somniphobia (which actually sucks and screws me up sometimes) and coulrophobia (which is waning as I get older and is moderately amusing to me now after the freak-outs). Oh, and earwig phobia. FUCK, I hate that one. Ugggggh.

I'm sitting in a waiting room (have been since around 10am) at Moffitt while Jaime gets his PET scan. Pirates came by and gave me beads. It sucks that we have to visit a cancer center, but I have to say, this place can be pretty awesome sometimes.

Working on Valentine's Day fic for the P4 kink meme. It's turning out longer than I expected. Why can't I ever just write one or two comments worth?

Anything good on the internet today?

Edit: There's an elderly woman crocheting a baby blanket a few feet away from me. She's so FAST. She just tips the hook back and forth, and stitch after stitch appears. I'm in awe. And jealous. Dang.