I stress myself out too much. It's counterproductive.

That's all I have to say about that.

I'm going to go sit on the porch for a minute and drink a smoothie, you know? Hello, it's beautiful out and I just spent two hours gettin 'er done. The wind is all rustly in the pine needles and there are yellow roses cascading from the rooftops and the sky is solid porcelain and the grass is finally turning to golden threads, summer is swooping in with a vengeance and I want to be there for the victorious battle of the seasons. Somehow the victorious battle of my impending career is something that frightens me, and I can't spend too much time staring at it. Must go relax before I have a coronary.

Cheers.