Anxiety, Sandor Clegane, and Elvis

I think Jason needs anti-anxiety pills or something. Something. I'm not going to disparage him too much because I certainly know how it feels to have chronic anxiety over the most insignificant things. I go through periods where the feelings pins me to the ground for months at a time before I can shake it off. Jason, however, seems to deal with this constantly. He worries over his finances (he has $20,000 in gold coins hidden in our apartment--no lie), packages being delivered to him (I cannot count the conversations we've had about whether a package he is expecting might become lost in the mail), neighbors (he obsesses over whether they have jobs, what hours they work, and who exactly does live in the apartment above us), not to mention other various things that come up on nearly a daily basis. It's ridiculous, and my attempts at calming him just seem to whip him into more of a frenzy. Of course, it is not always like this, but I'm at a loss for what to do when he is feeling extra special worrisome. I suppose the only thing I can do is suggest he make an appointment with his doctor about the anxiety issue.

As much as I like to think I don't have a 'type' when it comes to fictional characters, I totally do. Despite A Game of Thrones being the best thing I've read in a long while, I put it aside to knock out a few novels that popped up on my radar about three or four weeks ago. I picked it back up last night and settled in for some quality reading time. I'm totally in lurv with Sandor Clegane. Tortured anti-hero much? Oh, I can't even really say that because I'm all of halfway through the first novel and everything in the world can happen between here and the end of the fourth novel. I still lurv him, though. This doesn't, of course, diminish my love for Jon Snow in any way whatsoever.

( oh, goodness, i love you elvis costello )