Stress Post

So my forbearances are coming to an end, I still have no job, few prospects, and nobody's buying what I have to sell (ie art, although if I could whore meself out the old-fashioned way in order to avoid being forsworn, I would). I'm stressed and frightened and angry, but I've chewed those all over again and again so often the last year or two that it's just kind of a well-worn tread in my head. I'm almost zen at this moment, because I just don't want to make the *effort* to get all riled up and panic-attacky right now.

( Sallie Mae probably won't have my legs broke, but... )