Just the facts

Am nauseous from anxiety three-fourths of the day. Chinese literature is fascinating, but I would grasp it better if the subjects were named Ralph and Chuck and Jim and such. It's a miracle I've never had an ulcer. If I keep having that thought I will develop an ulcer, because I always used to point out how I'd never broken a bone and then I broke a few. That is logical. Can't do anything about it. Every time, I tell myself, "This is the time I won't be able to hack it." Then I do. But this time I won't be able to hack it.