Waferboard stress.

It’s an accumulation thing.

All my sharp little worries, both imagined and very real, have suddenly been jampacked into my head.

And since I am a hoarder of worry, there’s no room for them all up there.

So, my industriously evil mind has thrown all my anxieties into a chipper-shredder and stuffed their foul shavings into my skull.

Waferboard stress.

Convenient if you want to make a cheap chair out of your head.

Not so much for just living sane.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe