Yep, it’s begun. The wake-me-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night irrational paranoia that I won’t be ready for the movers when they get here, the completely insane worry that I won’t pack enough appropriate clothing to get by during my first two weeks of work, the general creeping dread… I think this is what’s commonly referred to as panic. It’s not a state I spend a lot of time in, so I’m not quite sure how to cope. Making lists seems to stave it off a little. So does having other people around. And funny shit helps a lot.
Which brings me to my point. What the hell is sth doing in this picture, with the big red cowboy hat and the dreamy look and totally surrounded by children under the age of 10? Why, the Macarena, of course. Let the rhythm move you, babe. Let the music take control.
