i am kinda freaking out a bit right now, over something i really need to just not be freaking out about. because a freak out is entirely unnecessary. and i can't really blog about it, because it's kinda work-related-ish, and i don't wanna do that.
so, instead of being able to ramble about it to you all and then probably feel a little better about it, instead i'm perpetuating that lame-ass genre of posts, The Nebulous, Self-Involved Allusion to Some Sort of Problem. i fucking hate those posts!
i'm sorry, so sorry.
in other news: about half of all my socks have holes in them, my cat has a dirty nose, and i had two tacos and some chips and salsa for dinner.
there - the raging inanity of this post is now complete!