• I’m worrying about my corset never coming and having been swindled out of $125. I am just too trusting, and this really shows it. I hope my Better Business Bureau complaint helps, and I hope PayPal will reopen the investigation because their 45-day limit for claims shouldn’t apply for a custom item like this. But I hate that I got cheated.
• I’m worrying about the diamond earring that I carelessly dropped down the drain last night. I saw it down there and tried to get it out but it vanished. I took apart the sink, pulled out all the crap in there (two long-haired people make for a messy sink), and tried to paw through it. Now I see why they call it graywater - ewwww. I must have spent at least an hour searching, but I can’t imagine where it went. It was so tiny. It was a gift, and I’m actually more upset about this than you might expect. I haven’t thrown away the hairball yet, maybe if I dry it out or something the earring will turn up. But now I only have five and I’m really upset.
• I’m worrying about working the overtime tonight when I just want to go home and hide in my panic and worries. (It occurs to me that I did not put my anti-anxiety med in my box this week. No wonder I’m a nervous wreck.)
• I’m worrying about having possibly accidentally ordered two free subscriptions to Cruise Travel magazine, in addition to the one I paid for this morning and then canceled this afternoon upon finding the free offers.
• I’m just worrying and sad and all that. And it’s not like any of it even matters. But I just feel like I am having a constant medium-intensity anxiety attack, like I might cry at any time. It’s the lack of meds, I know it is. But I’m still freaked out.
• I’m worried that I will never ever lose any weight.

But I did get The Sims: Superstar for $5 at EB-Games yesterday.