i am not panicking.
i am breathing. in, out. in, out.
i am breathing when i ought to be driving really fucking fast while finishing my coffee & smoking too many cigarettes & singing really loud & passing that slow fucker there & ... so forth.
ok, yeah, panicking. anything else would mean i wasn't paying attention.
Nothing knocks out a panic attack like a nice bowl of ice cream. It sounds silly doesn't it? It's true though.
a nice bowl of beer is good too.