Not handling stress very well...people are starting to give me that concerned look reserved for drunk people or the homeless.

Every day I wake up and walk into 1995. The problem is I have to explain to everyone what is going on in 2008, which adds a lot of stress to an already stressful decade. Hey, I wish I could live in 1995...no cell phones, no addictive social networking site, no inappropriately personal blogs (like mine), no treating yoga mats like sacred ground, no web 2.0 or 3.0 (whatever we're on),

Just for today, I can lose my shit (again).