Haiku Madness Act III

Anxiety eats
my health and my soul.  Also,
my sanity left.

The walls are closing
in on me.  How will I
make my grand escape?

I'm anxious because
I care so much about this.
Bittersweet to know.

The homunculus
controls the mind and body.
Fickle, little thing.

Anticipating
the other shoe dropping, I wait.
Where is the first shoe?

There's something to be 

found in writing a haiku.

I found sanity.

I'm getting better at blogging. Here's a haiku.

I remembered before the end of the year. Kudos to me.

Podcasts can be nice,
But put a record on, and
all move to the beat.

I'm buying a notebook. This is it. I'm having a bee put in the bottom left corner. I'm very excited. It'll help me write compulsively. I don't want to be consistent. I need obsession.
I made an amazing playlist with a bunch of my favorite songs to move to. I'm going to use it at work to make me a turbo cleaner.

This is one of the many projects I accomplished at work today.

(It says "Caterpillar Inn" and below that "$cuteness/nite")