marcicat | EVERYTHING IS FINE

That’s what I keep telling myself, at least. I really should never have read Alas, Babylon, especially right before all this weird eclipse-y vibe energy stuff. (Yeah, I’m still blaming the eclipse. It’s either that or I’m going crazy, which is — well, also possible.)

I nearly had a panic attack when I walked into work yesterday morning. I was like WHAT IF THE WORLD ENDS, WE WOULD NEED THIS, AND THIS, AND ALL OF THESE, AND HOLY CRAP WHAT ABOUT *SOAP*? I DON’T KNOW HOW TO MAKE SOAP!

(Then I told myself to pull it together, because there’s got to be a balance here between craziness and gainful employment, and maybe money will be meaningless if the world ends, but right now it’s a choice between going to work and sitting at home all day freaking out, and I’m thinking going to work is probably the healthier option.)

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