Coming out of my cage and I'll be doing just fine...

I am having one of those days where I wonder if I need some sort of therapy or drugs for anxiousness. Of course, the fact that my career and financial status are on the line right now and there's nothing I can do about it probably doesn't help. I feel as if I've had twelve lattes from Starbucks but the only thing that has come close is a 20 oz of Diet Coke (of which I've only had about 18 ounces).

I posted about 22 new entries yesterday and even though I'm thinking about things and I've read things today, nothing really strikes my fancy. It's kind of like being at a buffet when you're full--there's just no use in trying.

I wish my phone would just ring with a purpose. RING DAMN YOU.