Fretting

I’m fretting because I have a lot to do today before my parents get here. I’m fretting because I have to get up and be on the road by 4:30 tomorrow. I’m fretting because the person reads all my stuff is studying for the bar, so I don’t have her to read my Whitman-loving demon story which causes me anxiety. I’m fretting over whether it’s as good as I think it is. I’m fretting over why the Frontline on the dog has stopped working. I’m just a fretting fool.

I have to go get some shit done.

Here’s to hoping I’m up to most interesting stuff later.