I’m somewhere in between wanting to curl up in the fetal position or go on a booze-fueled mailbox baseball spree. The stress, it is mighty indeed. Last night I freaked out because I had a major screw-up on my taxes. Thankfully I didn’t send it in, but now I have to fix it. I know for sure that I won’t be home at all today before 10 PM tonight as my team and I are diligently working through our redesign, which will end at 8 tonight (then I’m counting another two hours for tax help). Added to the fact that I’m in meetings almost all day every day (and they are actually good meetings with agendas that need to get worked through), and I’ve about reached my limit.
And there is just all this stuff that needs to get done. I have to get a new driver’s license because my birthday is next week, for example. I have no idea when I’m going to fit that in. The Chief and I want to switch banks and phone services. Golden Boy pages need to be sent in to Markosia.
I can tell I’m stressed because I’m thinking of all these other projects I could start as well. It seems this is the best time for me to come up with ideas… I’ve had four or five that I’m writing down for future exploration.
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