Too much

Sometimes it just feels like there is too much to be worried about right now. The economy (both nationally and personally), the election (please, please, please no Palin), my job (secure but I'm bored), Mr. Monkey's job (not boring but next semester looks really uncertain right now).



I'm torn between wanting to write lists and plans of attack or sitting in front of the computer for hours, eating dark chocolate raisins, staying up when I should be sleeping.



Mr. Monkey said he was feeling disequilibrium last night. I think I'd be feeling that to if I wasn't so numbed by celebrity gossip websites and dark chocolate.