Tip of the Quill: A Journal
Mixed blessing.

I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or not that food can be used to belay panic attacks. Like tonight, for instance. I’m trying to do my taxes, juggle several client projects, answer over 115 emails and turn around a couple of personal thunderballs to boot. Up comes the wave of overattempting, down goes the overattempter. Thrashing and desperately flailing for a lifeline, our hero orders pizza. 45 minutes later (and $18 poorer), our hero feels better. Completely unmoved to do anything but lie on the couch in a grease-induced food coma, but better nevertheless.
Sigh. So much for the diet.

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