Sometimes i worry about the strangest things, and i try to think of ways to fix them. I worry about things that have nothing to do with real life, and will affect nobody in the long run. And then, I will suddenly find a few minutes of happiness, because i discovered three pairs of clean socks, which means i dont have to do laundry til monday. But then, back to worry. Stupid worry, its 5 am, i should be worried only about sleep at this point.
And then there is all the stuff that is actual worry, which i try to not worry about, because that makes things even worse.