I feel the pressure!

[rissygirl]

I have good days and bad days. The good days, however, aren't always good. So I guess I have okay days and bad days. Some mornings I sit here aching and twitching for an assignment. I start freaking out. What if I don't get a gig for the next two weeks? Then the work comes. But it comes in bundles. Then I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it all. Ugh! I just need to find a pattern. I've come to the conclusion that my stress is self-invented. I've always been a ball of nerves.

As each day passes, it looks like we'll live here another winter. It's almost September. We want to buy a house so fucking bad--but nothing is coming together. Something has to give!