new digs, new job, new commute, new phone #, etc. etc. etc.
man, this takes some getting used to. because, despite the change swirling all around me. i still feel pretty stagnant. and stale.
i’m in some sort of stress-induced funk. i’ve been biting my nails until it hurts, so badly even the boy has said he’d get on my case about it — if it would actually help me stop.
i’ve been worried about every.little.thing. so badly it’s driving me slowly insane.
and while i have a new job assignment, thus am once again earning my keep (full-time) around these parts…that did alleviate some of my concerns, but only *some*, mind you. i’m worried about things back home — disappointing my brother & family; i’m worried about consistent work; i’m worried about the disaster that is my continued education; i’m worried about the abyss of debt i’ve managed to fall into; i’m worried that the boy i’m starting to be pretty much crazy for will be bored of me when i least expect(suspect) it; i’m worried that the best roommate i’ve ever had will ultimately be sick of me in record time, and thus hate me forever.
i’m worried i’m worried i’m worried i’m worried…
