You know, anxiety's a funny thing. All those funny, evil little chemicals fizzing around in your brain meat, telling you that Haha, you're in danger! :D, but the second you figure out what the real issue is, you realize that it'. Basically nothing. You spent 6 months making yourself pre-ulcerous for no reason, it really weren't that bad. I wouldn't own a single thing if I had an option, man, I'd live like Diogenes, I swear.

Anyways, work's going well, I think. I got EotM last month, making me Officially Valuable, I guess, I dunno. I work a lot, have for a really long time, now. Most of us do, right? But, what's starting to make me uncomfortable, is that I only really feel comfortable WHEN I'm working, you know? I feel like I failed some kind of test today, tho; it's too minute and stupid to go into detail, but I wonder if it'll come back to bite me. <:) It's not like I'm worried about advancement, but I do fear judgement. Intensely.