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Well, that was exhausting. Etsy shop set up, two sets of stitch markers listed. You know what is exhausting? TAKING PHOTOS IS EXHAUSTING. Also editing them, which I've been using Piknik to do for lack of anything better.



I'm going to go buy yarn and fall over now.

...you know, looking at this list, I am a fucking basketcase

You know, for a day or two there, I wasn't insanely anxious. That was a good couple of days. Today I'm back to throat-closing anxiety, though, this is fun. I was really hoping not to be incredibly stressed out during summer, which, you know, would make sense? Because I don't have school gnawing at my head every waking minute of every day? But apparently not. I may not be worrying about whether I'm going to flunk all my classes, but I'm still worried about:

( cut for length, good lord, Bed )

*looks up* Well. That list would explain the anxiety, though not really why the fuck I care. I have to go make dinner now.

ETA: Because I just thought of about five other things that I worry about. (For the record: dinner turned out fine, fettuccini alfredo with chicken, hopefully I have not given myself salmonella.)

( cut, again )

*pause* Things that do not freak me out that have been with me for so long I am fine with them, though I am aware that they probably should freak me out:

I enjoy doing dishes, laundry, cooking, baking, and knitting
I do not eat either cheese nor eggs on their own, nor do I eat sandwiches
I am probably the least likely person I know to ever get in a relationship, ever
I kind of hate other people a lot of the time
writing makes me happy, and rereading my own writing makes me happy, and if it doesn't make me happy, then I've done something wrong
I really enjoy military history and food history
I have no particular interest in drinking alcohol

Um. The contrast in length between these two lists is kind of upsetting.