Dontcha hate it when you feel helpless? I feel like nothin I’m doin these past few days has been the right thing, and that the sky is falling, and we’re going to war, and the flying monkeys will be here any minute…
Well, in reality, what it seems like is that a lot of shit has gone down relatively quickly, the sum of which I do not know. I feel lost, and a little worried about being lost. I’m stressed about work (both places) and hoping that things are gonna get better, but I feel like Wile Coyote holding an umbrella up to stop a boulder.
Yeah, enough paranoid ranting for now, must work.