I don’t know how many of you will get this reference.
I read MAD magazine religiously as a kid. LOVED it.
Also, I digress.
I worry. All the time I worry.
I can’t stop worrying.
I freak out about my mom not feeling well.
I freak out about my friends struggling with their health.
I freak out about my friend’s dog being ill.
I stress out about other people’s stress.
It’s kind of ridiculous.
I need to get a grip.
My current 12 hour window is not looking so good for that.
I haven’t showered in a week I think. I don’t know because I’ve completely lost track of time for the first time ever. I just know my hair looks gross.
I’m just frozen.
So yeah. I worry. About me, my family, my friends, my city, my state, my country, my world. I just do.