Meditating on the evolutionary value of a constant feeling of anxiety about matters which are (at least on the evolutionary scale) minor events: does it have a purpose? In Poland I was in a constant state of vigilance trying to work out what was going on and what was going to happen next, which seems to me like a fairly productive if not entirely comfortable form of the beast. Australian worry is a different species and seems entirely disproportionate, but maybe it's more serious because I also have to generate solutions for my problems rather than looking on as a disinterested spectator. Here are the problems, in order of time frame:
1. Where are we going to live?
2. how am I going to write this fucking thesis ?
3. what am I going to be when I grow up?

Interestingly, when worrying about these things, I usually start at 1 (around 3 am) and work myself up over the following hour or two to 3. If I lose interest in these things I have several optional issues to gnaw on: organising a new magic button to open our garage, whether or not Marcin has enough friends, and that old chestnut: money. It' s boring. And exhausting. Over and out.