Storms, anxiety, laundry?

I'm leaving the wooded playground (and free ride) tomorrow and I have this dread. This annoying catastrophic fear of change, although I crave it so much. Oh, shit! should do free laundry.

I ventured into my storage space (ie dad's office basement). I have more shit than I know what to do with. All this reliques of somebody else. I wish I could ditch it and start fresh. But I guess that wouldn't be good either... it always takes some drafts before you can even attempt a summary. I want the answers before I have the questions.

Hummm. I guess I'll just cook dinner. It's going to storm all day. Gehhee!! I love it.