Breakdown

I finally broke down today and decided to create a Facebook account. I've resisted for years, but I thought it would be good for business. As I was inputting my information, I had a panic attack. The idea of having my personal information so readily accessible to so many people, the flood of pictures of people I never thought I would see (and never wanted to see) again, and the knowledge that my hermit-like nature would be judged and somewhat destroyed was more than I could handle. I broke down.

I deleted my account and began to breathe more easily, the albuterol inhaler helped, since the panic attack triggered a broncho-spasm. It seems silly that I can blog about things that are incredibly personal,  yet couldn't bring myself to share superficial personal information. There is comfort in the quasi-anonymity and seclusion provided by this blog. So, I'll work a little harder to network sans Facebook. I'm no good if I can't breathe.

Toxic

I am convinced that there is toxic mold growing in my bathroom, next to the shower. Roughly four o'clock in the morning seemed a good time to tackle it. Because I am me, I went for it, then looked up instructions only after realizing that I should probably be wearing a mask and gloves. Did I mention I'm allergic to mold? I feel a bronchospasm coming on, and am not really sure what to do next. Maybe I should sleep on it, and hope I wake up.

Lessons in Online Shopping

When dealing with Customer Service departments, the people on the phones are far more helpful than those handling the e-mails. Get over the phone-phobia, and call them already! Just because they are rude via e-mail, doesn't mean you should write the company off completely. Beyond the Rack, I may not forsake thee, due to the man with the adorable accent who answered my call, and my need to cancel an order that I placed months ago, and heard nothing about. You are, however, on notice.