New Plan

OK, I have got to start letting the chips fall where they may.
'Cause this current system I have involving worrying about the chips, just ain't working!
I worry the falling chips are gonna put somebody's eye out. I worry the falling chips will be loud and wake the neighbors. I worry the chips will distract a driver causing and accident. (Probably a school bus driver. Driving a full bus. On the edge of a ravine.)
And those are things that falling chips could theoretically do. See, I quickly move on to worrying about things chips are incapable of.
I worry that chips are made of plutonium and that they'll land on a pile of other plutonium chips causing said pile to reach critical mass and explode. I worry the falling chips will cause cancer in some mother of four living in Omaha (let's call her Beth.) I worry the chips will waken a vengeful spirit.
Then I go on to worry about the chips themselves. I will worry that the chips will be hurt in the fall. I worry the chips will blame me and judge me harshly. I worry the chips will report me to the government. I worry that the chips only understand French (a language I do not speak) and we won't be able to communicate. I worry that the chips like Beth better than me.
But all that's in the past. From here on out: fall, baby, fall!
(But carefully, please.)