Escalating

Am I really getting worse at my job?

Or is my attention span getting shorter?

Do I have enough education to do anything with my life that isn’t related to film or that could possibly be practiced somewhere other than in Los Angeles?

Am I justified in feeling increasingly panicked every time I consider that I’ve been making the same amount of money in each and every job I’ve held since entering the industry?

$10,000 doesn’t seem like much, but is it enough debt to prevent me from saving up for a fucking haircut?

What does it mean that I’m now dealing with just as much anxiety as I was when I got my medical marijuana prescription?

Someone point me in the direction of the nearest lottery to be won, please.