Stupid Poster

Staring at this image does nothing for me.

I'M FEELING ANXIOUS. AND I CAN'T CONTROL THE ANXIETY.
WHICH EXPLAINS WHY I'M GOING TO START TYPING IN ALL CAPS. YES. LIKE KANYE.

WHAT? DON'T LIKE IT? DOES IT MAKE YOU NERVOUS? YES, WELL, JOIN THE CLUB. I'VE GOT 14 DAYS REMAINING UNTIL THE HD FORMAT DEADLINE. MY FILM'S DUE, BUT I STILL HAVE QUITE A WAY TO GO... OMIGOSH, MY HEART IS BEATING LIKE A WHITE STRIPES' DRUM, AND I CAN'T STOP IT. DIDN'T EVEN HAVE COFFEE TODAY. DOES SPECIAL K WITH RED BERRIES DO THIS TO YOU? FEELING AWFULLY NERVOUS. I THINK I NEED A HUG. BUT LE CUB, ISN'T HERE, AND BEANS TRIES TO RUN AWAY FROM ME WHEN I HUG HIM. HE TREATS ME LIKE I'M ELMYRA (TINY TOONS). UNGRATEFUL DOG... IT'S PAYBACK TIME. LE COUGAR IS STRESSED! HELP... I'M SCARED.

PERHAPS SOME RETAIL THERAPY WILL HELP. SERIOUSLY. I THINK I'M GOING TO HEAD TO A MALL NOW. WILL TIME THE EXCURSION. ONE HOUR, DEBRA. YOU'VE GOT ONE HOUR. AND ONCE THAT HOUR'S DONE (YOU MAY ALSO HAVE A WETZEL PRETZEL WITH CHEESE, IF YOU'D LIKE), YOU OWE THE PEOPLE SOME DELIVERABLES.

*TAKING A DEEP BREATH*