man oh man. so my blog plan for today was to get back on the list train, the topic of which being top ten things that have caused me anxiety in the past 5 days, spawned by a repremanding horoscope that said, stop all that worrying you nut! it ain't gonna happen! you'll be fine! your manager is not trying to kill you, the back pain is just stress, not a kidney stone, you're not going to starve, your boyfriend is not going to fall for a blonde hemp wearing physicist, your new roomate is not actually a con artist just posing as a roomate until she gets your security deposit and skips town, etc. etc.

but, as you might imagine, the list was kinda freaky and depressing. i've said this before: if it weren't for my wacked out imagination, i could never be a writer, and if my imagination was not just a little disturbed, i could not be a very interesting one. that said, sometimes i let it go too far in terms of considering my own life. the horoscope, however little i like to own up to believing in those things, might have had a point.

enough of worry! time for yogic breathing! blueberry muffins! blankets and tea! i'm surrendering to the good life, embracing a new world with pleasant imaginings.

at least until manuscript deadline approaches. then black mask it is.