Heading to work. Yes, this late. I think stress levels have reached critical over here. I'm not a very functional person at the moment. Months of working so hard (making stuff, photographing stuff, editing photos, making words and putting them online, keeping up with what I have and don't have, what I need, what I need to do, etc. - there is SO MUCH that goes into this!) - and OxfordFest is so close... and I feel like I just can't even.
I don't think I've been this petrified since I bottle-raised 4 puppies from a week of age. That was like having 4 infants who kept you up all night, who then turned into toddlers who pooped in the floor and then smeared it on your walls. I remember not even being able to go in my house on my birthday that year. I just couldn't make myself do it. I fell asleep in my car in my yard because I just couldn't do anything else.
And that is kind of how I feel right now. Except that I probably couldn't sleep even if I wanted to. 🙁
Wish me luck, y'all. I just need to survive the week. ❤
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