My penchance for freaking out at times unwarranted for such a freakout is increasing at an unsustainable rate.

Okay, I'm freaking out.

Really, it's not necessary that I need to freak out, but somehow, it does seem necessary.

So I'm freaking out.

Okay okay, I hate studying for things two months in advance, but I'm freaking out. So if I'm not studying, the freakout will grow exponentially to an unmangeable mass, and leave me wanting.

I'm freaking out.

Oh God, where's Martha Stewart when you need her?

Oh yeah, house arrest...