AUTHOR: M. DATE: 8:34:00 PM ----- BODY:

When I was a kid I would get into these moods my dad would refer to as "dinky-dao," which, he learned in Vietnam, meant "so crazy you're bouncing off the walls." (I hope he's right and I haven't just accidentally said something really offensive in a language I don't speak). That's me these days more often than not. I am just a bundle of anxiety. Nothing exotic or unusual: money, work, marriage, impending parenthood. I think I need to kvetch about it and get it all of my chest so I can stop running in circles and start dealing with it. And you have just entered my dumping ground, you lucky thing. But even luckier for you, Blogger was down when I finished writing my enormously whiny post this morning. And now I'm feeling a little better. So rather than bore you to tears by making you listen to the mundane things that are waking me up at night, I'll share my ass-vice for How To Stop Being Dinky-Dao When It Feels Like All You Know How to Do: Get a therapist who will tell you to chill the f*ck out. It worked for me. Amazing.

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