Free-Floating Anxiety (Again?)

So the big Game's Saturday, and I want to make sure everyone knows everything they need and want to know, and I'm scared that something bad is going to happen and that I should have done more to stop it from happening, and I'm scared that because of that, people won't have any fun.

In the meantime, Mother reminded me that she is going to sell me the house, to which I'm scared that I will fail to keep it up.  And I put oil on the back of my head to get rid of the warts and rashes there, and I wonder if the people at work will be able to smell the peppermint even after I go to bed.

Man, I want to think things in my life are good, but are they, really?