As if living(-ish) on a sailboat and getting paid to work on robotics isn't cool enough, I am now learning Blender (the cool open-sourced 3D system) as part of my job. (I'm going to do mock ups of the robots using it!)
Now there's an interesting thing that my screwed up nervous system will do. All afternoon I have been on the edge of panic. Weird, right? I should be stoked. I'm getting paid to learn Blender which is awesome and will enable me to do more awesome stuff, and this is totally okay.
Except my nervous system keeps trying to freak out and tell me that there's something really important that I'm forgetting that I need to do and I can't just sit here lighting up metaballs and rendering them all day! Dude, you have to get a job!
Whoa there neurotransmitters! Steady on, little glands! I've checked and re-checked and we're all okay. There is, in fact, nothing I can think of that I should do today (it's Sunday afternoon) that I've left undone. Maybe call my mom. But it really is the order of the day to sit here and mess with Blender, and that will pay my bills.
Wow. Just breath deeply. Everything's okay.