Worry. It goes well with depression, but is not the same thing. A bit like scrambled egg and toast. I have been worrying about the children. If they don't get their education then they are screwed and worse, will never leave home. I seem to be unable to exert any influence at all in this direction and unless a miracle happens they are screwed and will never leave home.
I am also worried because I get less and less done every day. Even I am fed up with me. I was incapable of giving ten minutes attention to the veggie burgers today. Nick's were burnt, he wasn't pleased.
I watched half of the TV drama series Occupation and, although it was vacuous, I was disturbed by it and I am worried about all of the young people I know who are in the forces. I've been thinking about it and there are quite a few. I wouldn't have been able to predict that at all as they were growing up. But what did I predict with any accuracy? Nothing at all, that's what.
I am worried because I really would like to do some study next September, but my shyness, inactivity, and indecisiveness will mean I will leave it too late.
Finally, in my list of woes, my sunburn still hurts and I'm worried that it will keep me indoors tomorrow. Alternatively, I might see my way to wearing something with sleeves which would mean I could go out. Maybe that's the way to go then.
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