Why is it after such a high, I feel so down? Like at any moment, if I were walking past a tall building, I’d be the poor fool whose head the piano would land on? I’ve just made one of my biggest dreams come true. I should be reeling, jumping up and down, but no. Deep in my stomach, I have this feeling of impending doom. Maybe it’s a fear of failure. Or bad meatloaf. Not sure, but I’d really like to see it head out. Maybe a strong drink and a peer group would help?