What Have I Gotten Myself Into (This Time)

Blood pounding, spine tingling, heart racing, eye twitching,
don’t run don’t fight don’t panic don’t flee —
deep breath deep breath deep breath deep breath —
it’s only supposed to be fun, after all, don’t you see?

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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