One Day To The Big Sale

 

I am a wreck. And I am out of my good psychiatric meds which I can't get filled until Sunday. Good timing, Calvin. So I have been freaking out all week and am realizing what a big thing I have taken on. How soul crushing will the experience be or will I be spared humiliation enough to not crawl back into my Cave of Cool and never come out again? I know I am worrying to much but this is my process. I have other plans that I would like to see succeed after this one. If this fails then where does my motivation come from then? If I had anyone in my life who understands me enough to know what to say I would be talking to them. But as with everything else in my life I am alone and leave it to the masses to leave me wisdom or wish me ill. It's in the hands of the Universe now.

I hate this thing so much. I hope it sells and goes far far away.