Hello, Existential Crisis. How are you?

It's been awhile, Crisis. I'm doing okay, thank you. I may lose my job tomorrow, but I'm trying not to panic. I'm relying on a few constants to keep me sane while I count the hours away (25 and counting).

O cruel universe! Why now, in the winter of my twenty-third year, have you allowed me to fall into a false sense of boredom and complacency, deciding to move on from my job because I wanted to, not because now I must?

Timing is important, however, and you have given me time to create a workout routine to keep me sane. You have given me The Empyrean just in time to be able to listen to it like a teenage girl. You've also given me the motivation to get my shit together, my ducks in a row, my "organizational confidence" boosted, which comes in many forms.

Ah, to be unafraid of the future. To be oblivious and cheerful, ignorant of financial woes, satisfied with the little things.

I know I usually lose my shit during the month of April (examples one and two), but maybe it's come early this year. I certainly don't want to go through this twice.

I momentarily have a handle on things thanks to these three songs:
John Frusciante - Dark Light
Heiruspecs - Guns and Knives
Dr. Dre - The Watcher

Chill out, Existential Crisis, and let me do the damn thing.

Love,
Anniemosity... Anne Velocity.