Mood: Unstable. Speeding car. A wet free way, loosing traction. Ugly orange streetlamps flash by, mocking strobe globes. No time to absorb the things around me. The tires are uneven... Brakes are begging, but if I stop, I lose all control. Head on collision pending. The promise of an accident increasing. Anxiety beating fast through my veins... in my brain. Pounding raindrops obscure the dashboard window. Voices are screaming. Restless eyes. Jittery hands. Memories are spewing. Oh no! Here it comes! Headlights blaring, noses meeting, assured demise watching from dangling telephone lines. No where to go but right into the fender. Make it quick. Let it sink. No seatbelt can save you from the highways in Hell...

Hello. My name is Breanne. I'm a little off the Richter Scale today. But I'll be fine. I always am... So, lovely weather we're having? Some record highs here in the Seattle area. Us Rain Worshipers nearly keeled over in our sweat soaked sheets. Everyone fled to public places faster than you can say overpopulation. I mean, who needs air conditioning over here? Never. Not until now, apparently. This is the first night since last week that I could comfortably sit here in my top-floor room and not worry about taking my third shower of the day. Yes, I'm not over exhagerating. It was really that bad. Anyways, I'm leaving again. Just for the record; not that anyone will notice my absence. I'm barely around to begin with. I'll be back on Saturday...

That's really it. I just needed a moment to scream my anxiety out to unexistent masses. Wish me luck in this unpredicatble, intimidating world. Farewell, my Earth Dwellers.

-Me.