Stressed OUT.

Stress. It's that little flame that lights a fire under your ass. (borrowed from Avenue Q; swapped "purpose" for "stress" because that is exactly what stress is doing to me).

There is so much going on in my life right now, it's amazing I remember my own head sometimes (especially with all the medicine I am pumping myself with). So, I have broken down and become a big girl. I officially have a calendar with events on it. Aren't you proud? I'm slowly inching my way into adulthood. It's not so bad. Kind of like chasing medicine with sugar or a Jager shot with beer. Not ready to pull the band aid off quite yet, but I'm itching it.

Oh for it to be mid-May. Things will slow down a bit, long enough for me to catch my breath then off to the next 2 year(ish) marathon. Some people may like all this excitement and being kept on their toes. I am not one of those people. I like schedules. I like routines. I like boring life with a splash of excitement every once in a while, on my own terms. I'm a control freak, it's not my fault. What a cruel joke life is playing on me right now.

Not funny, Baby Jesus. I'm sorry I ate meat on Good Friday. Jeeez.


ps- anyone need a place to live in May? You can have a first hand look as I lose my freaking mind!