So I just had a nearly full scale freak out

And over absolutely nothing. I became inexplicably convinced that the prescription for malaria medications hadn't been filled and that we'd never get it in time. As it turns out this is in fact partially true. It's at the pharmacy (one of the cheaper health plan mail order ones, hope you don't need that script right away or anything). And it's in process. But it hasn't shipped yet.

Then I had a panic attack that Iggy's passport has expired.

Then I became convinced that the three boxes I shipped to the boat early did not have return address labels on them and that they would not get to the boat at all because of that and they'd be lost forever because um, hello? no return address labels! As if UPS couldn't figure out who the heck paid that kind of money to ship benedryl and underwear. Not like a credit card has any information attached to it.

So here's why I'm worried (and I do mean in addition to these panics). The thing is that if this is what is going on in my head right now what the hell is going to happen to me when I actually go to sleep. It boggles the mind!

I used to worry more about normalcy and where I fit in on the scale of normal. Now I only worry about how my waking worries will translate into dreaming fears. So does that mean that I am sane? I seriously doubt it.