Actually, I have a whole bunch of these (paranoias) going at the moment. Well, that's what the CBT is for, I guess, but I keep prioritising
I finally made it to an Alternative Press Fair which is lots of fun; brightly coloured and easy-to-find, zoetrope-making in the bar and tie-dyeing on the stage. Lots of pretty books and mad comics and many wild zines -- crazycrone, I found one of yours in a classic underground comics box! Reviews and more details to follow, in the usual style.
On Christmas Lights night, we went the arty route and viewed a bunch of artistic interventions in the old court rooms in the Town Hall (I was labelled bird-based performance art after I reflexively hooted at a small child in a darkened room) and then joined the first Oxford Unsilent night on an ambient modern classical wassail around the alleyways of Oxford -- which was an absolutely brilliant and whole new way to experience walking in Oxford. We stopped traffic outside the examination schools; got to test the acoustics of cobbles and gargoyles; just outside Corpus Christi we passed the Oxford Ghost Tour; and we ended up at Santa's Grotto, which is in the exercise yard of the old prison this year! There was a half-hour wait for buses on the way home, which we fortunately spent walking home, rather than waiting, for buses.
Bad things, too; two migraines in the last week, one very debilitating (albeit brief) and tinnitus coming and going. The times, I suppose.