On the one hand I love having a day to do absolutely nothing except lounge around reading fic but otoh I forget how much a day of inactivity can fuck me up anxiety-wise by not occupying my mind in the *precise right way*. And then I get the choice of “have a glass of wine, chill out a bit” which will probably have the right effect BUT may fuck up my stomach and my heart rhythm. But it’s better than feeling like I’m literally gonna die just standing up and walking across the room. Sooooo yeah I’m fucked, what ya gonna do