I left my last therapy appointment with some paperwork about breathing exercises to derail anxiety [which only seem to work some of the time] and the beginnings of a very strange urge.
I didn’t quite have any idea what that urge was at the time, but it eventually came to me: I wanted new dogtags.
My old ones disappeared at some point. They were standard military issue, which makes me very nervous about the fact that they’ve disappeared…and they just didn’t identify me anyway. Not now.
My first [and likely only, ever] order through them showed up today kinda reminding me of this one poster we got from CafePress. Except CafePress left off an end-cap and got the poster all crumpled up. [Also, when they were told about it, they instantly sent out a new one for free].
In this case, both of my posters were crumpled up on one end because they overstuffed the tube with tissue paper. I suppose that was intended to keep the posters from moving around a lot.
Also, one of the posters was not the poster I ordered.
My DVR was erased again. This is badness, but of a different degree than last time, where I actually hung up on Ms. Meaningless Scripted Apology.
This time, someone said they were sorry like they meant it.