Bastards and INCONSISTENCY!

I have a problem with any type of supplement that has anything even REMOTELY resembling caffeine in it. I finally found this stuff, in a bottle, that I took before working out that didn't make me want to crawl out of my skin. They didn't restock on the female type, so I just took the male type, 1/2 dosage - LIKE THEY TOLD ME TO. And guess what?

Crawl, crawl, crawl. CRAWL.

It's like an anxiety attack. That's fun, isn't it?

Now, I don't know if I'm nervous because I have to go to school (I always get nervous on Monday mornings, don't ask me why. Maybe it's because I know I'll be exasperated beyond repair by the end of the day), or if it's because of that damn stuff. When the damn stuff makes me nervous, I feel bad about stuff that happened to me last year. Or last month. That I already was over BEFORE I TOOK THE DAMN STUFF.

This happened last time I took that Xenadrine. I thought I had AIDS. I mean, I was convinced. Despite the fact that every time I go in for bloodwork, I get tested. EVERY. TIME. And this morning, as I'm innocently eating breakfast, there's a little commercial for AIDS. Get TESTED. And what's that? The uncomfortable barfing butterflies making their way up into my stomach. And then I overanalyze. Time to go to school.

What are you looking at? Is there something in my nose? Is my shirt askew? Can you see that zit? What is it? What? WHAT? WHAT?!!!!