I don't have much to say, but...

I have "Therapy" from "tick, tick...boom!" in my head.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mRZqFAqF7Ls

It's been there all afternoon. And all morning. And I think last night as I was trying to fall asleep, too (I could barely fall asleep, because as tired as I was, I couldn't pry my brain away from thoughts about my insanely messy room, and how badly it needs to be cleaned, and how many THINGS I need to just THROW OUT) ...I am such a packrat. My packratism has become a fairly large problem, considering how off-balance my "bedroom floor surface area : amount of crap I have" ratio is. I'm not going to need this stuff in a year. Or two years. Or ten years. I don't even need it yesterday. It's all gotta go.

I've become a bit too apprehensive for my own good when it comes to going back to school this year. I don't want to take night courses, I want to go back full-time. But I have a full-time job that pays alright...just barely pays the bills with some extra spending/saving cash for whatever...I worry, because I cannot do both at the same time, which means I need an evening/night job that pays just as much as my 40-hour-a-week job. Besides prostitution and shoplifting, I believe my primary options are bartending and waitressing. And bartending. Aaand bartending. I'm sure it's tough to even get a gig like that, seems like everyone's flocking toward that option for themselves. And I'm not exactly a liquor connoisseur. AND the fact that I'm starting the majority of these overwrought sentences with "AND" is a sign that I need to go in the back, make some tea, and put on some Jamiroquai before I lose my miiiind!

Someone please tap me on the shoulder and tell me to chilllll out.