Worry me

And I'll be able to do anything and I won't notice. Not a good thing though. Drives me insane all the time. Took a quick shower to lessen the pressure after I voluntarily collected the laundry and did the dishes without a sound. Tried to chant for as long as I could but was interrupted by my sister about someone looking for my father. Got sore about it but managed to have brushed it off, easily. That's how worried I was. Still worried, but my consistent typing disrupts it so. I even tried to imagine how much more I'm so worried because it took me good thirty minutes doing this paragraph. I would've made a pot of tea but I'm so damn worried. Ugh.