I like to work up myself up to a hand-wring lather for abso-fucking-lutely no reason.

I went to bed last night restless, nervous. I was worried about my Mandarin class and the show I was doing tonight, for both of which I was unprepared. But, guess what, I made it to both, figured some stuff out right beforehand and no problems. I even started working out some new shit that went just fine.

I also worried about what M. would eat for dinner, because I was going straight to the place with the show. Guess what, he ate.

Whatever, right?

This all tells me I should relax and enjoy life. Will I? Probably not. But, for one brief infintesimally small minute I’ll consider the possibilities.