The John Paradox

It's like, why can't you just be excited that you're going away? Yeah. Why are you worrying about nothing? I mean, it's literally nothing. And then I'm thinking... The John Paradox. A few rooms in my house need repainting, and I'm away in August so maybe I could get them done then. But what if I have to move the bookcases? Where will the sofa then go? It's a 25-minute job. For some reason, I've just woken up with ludicrous logistical sort of anxiety thoughts. Well, there's not even anxiety. It's more like, until I've done all these things in the right order,