I'm not part of me in Every day scata

Storms are moving in. The wind is making me anxious, and the change in the barometric pressure is fucking with my fibro. Plainly put, I feel like shit.

I need to get over my anxiety about going to the businesses in town to drum up donations for the benefit on the 12th. I have no problem sending out a thousand emails, but to do it face to face is another thing. I don't know why I have such an issue with it. I work with the public all the time at the hospital. And it isn't like I'm asking for a personal hand out. I guess sub-consciously I do feel that way.

I've gotten a lot of hand made items for it. Friends from Open Diary/Prosebox have been so sweet and generous, facebook friends from my fibromyalgia support groups have donated also. Most of the donations I have gotten are from people I've never met face to face. It doesn't surprise me, really. I have noticed that most of the friendships I've started online are more genuine than 90% I've made face to face.

Another reason I am having issues with going around town is that the business owners here are pretty stuck up. I've not met too many nice ones... actually just couple that owns the bookstore. They are sweet. Everyone else won't give you the time of day.

And they wonder why locals won't shop in town.

I'm going to have to pace myself for the rest of the day... which means I need to get up off my ass and prep the chicken for supper. But this chair is just so damn comfortable. :sigh: Ok ok. I'm going.