Aaargh

Suffering from a rare bout of not-having-writers-block. Yes I'm working on a story that seems like it might actually go somewhere....its fairly surreal at the moment, which is probably the result of repeatedly watching Vic Reeves Big Night Out, listening to Aladdin Sane and the ever- present lack of decent sleep.
Aside from that I am thoroughly stressed out. I'm trying to sort out my finances for uni at the moment and it all seems frighteningly complicated. I'm sure it will work out ok. No I'm not. I don't know. I could very easily fuck things up and not realize until its too late; it a speciality of mine I'm very good at it. Oh, the things I've fucked up...
So these are the things that preoccupy me today. That and the big looming shadow of death stalking me everywhere I go. I don't know why its stalking me, maybe it fancies me or something I dunno. After all its only human. What the hell am I on about?