Weirded out.

Ugh.  I feel like I'm going to implode.  Spontaneously combust all over myself.  And my desk.  And my chair.  It will be a big mess for the maid brigade to clean up.  I'm just sick to my stomach, anxious over nothing.  I hate anxiety.  Especially when it's not about anything.  Like chewing bubble gum to solve algebra right?  Take a deep breath and move along with life.  Shove off.  A prisoner in my own skin.  Fun fun fun.