I worry about getting a job.
I worry about getting and keeping a job.
I worry about understanding and passing my Computer Graphics course.
I worry about terrorists, nukes, Iran, terrorists.
I worry about my grandparents' health.
I worry about my memory.
I worry about my father losing his job.
I worry about getting a heart attack, becoming paralyzed, having my right hand disabled.
I worry about handing in my homework on time.
I worry about the economy.
I worry about losing my faith.
I worry about my friends losing their faith.
I worry about worrying so much.
I worry about Jonathan Pollard.
I worry about the New York Mets winning a World Series during my lifetime.
I worry about my bank account.
I worry about my shoulder redislocating again.
I worry about dying.
I worry about living.

TODAY'S BOOK: "The Tin Woodman of Oz", by L. Frank Baum ((c) 1918)

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