I promise you
I hate it when life fucks with your head. There is a situation, you talk to you best friend about said situation. It gets better and you are ready to deal with the situation, then you freak out about talking about the situation. Finally, you deal with it and get it worked out. Then once you get away from the situation, you come up with a whole bunch of other things that you didn't get resolved, and you almost feel worse then when you began.
I know I'm not making a lot of sense, but I needed to write this. It's late, and I've been up for a long time, so it'll make a whole lot less sense then the non-sense it would normally make.. I hate stress, it makes me bitchy and worried. Nobody panic, it's not a bad and/or life changing thing, it's just something I wish I could figure out for myself before freaking out. I don't regret it, not at all. But it sure as hell is messing with my head.
Bah, time for sleep.
posted by Mandolin @ 11/02/2005 12:15:00 AM
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3 Comments:
A wise man once said, "if it doesn't have a solution, why worry about it? And if it does, why worry about it?" And Master Yoda said, "worry not. Worrying is as effective as trying to put C3-PO together with bubble gum."
Hope you feel better. I'll e-mail you later.
Papa Swayer's rule #3 - Don't sweat the small stuff/things you have no control over.
Yeah, Lil Swayer is still trying to master that one...but until then, let us worriers unite! Besides, if I don't have a little stress in my life, I can't function properly. I have enough trouble staying awake and paying attention to things as it is.
It could be worse...Lab Boy could burn the cake.
Burn the cake? Oh, no, no, no, no...
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