something like butterflies...

not sure what's come over me, but i have this undeniable fear of going back to work... i know, it sounds crazy because 1. i've been off work for just over a month now, and 2. my job is a measly gig slinging ribs and mashed potatoes at the middle-class crowd visiting the nearby montana's cookhouse saloon... but for some unknown reason, the thought of going back there makes me shiver... the only reason why i managed to skip out on my shift tonight was thanks to a little rain, a lot of wind and a therefore unnecessary patio shift...
however, my fears of financial woe strongly outweigh my stomach knots about going back to sporting a toolbelt and orange plaid shirt... one conversation with my father has convinced me/brainwashed me into thinking that i'll just take it one day at a time and see how things go... i can feel my stress level climbing for no apparent reason other than that i'm my own worst enemy...
since my yoga class isn't until sunday morning, i'll drown my self-induced tense spell in fredric jameson... who knows, maybe a little postmodernism and consumer society theory can cure a 22 year-old basketcase...