I posted a picture of a crab because I am feeling crabby. I thought about posting a picture of a machete but it freaked me out too much.
I'm doing that thing I always do which is spend 10 minutes being depressed because I don't feel like I have enough going on, then immediately overbook myself for a month and become depressed because I have way too much going on. Last week was good. I went to the gym for the first time in over a year and actually had some time to breathe. Doug went out of town for the weekend and I didn't even freak out like I normally do and wake up thirty times in the night convinced that a crazy person is about to break in and hack me up with a machete. Things were good.
Now though, it's only Wednesday and I'm already breaking down and contemplating calling in sick on Friday because I don't know how I'll make it through the week. I'm performing at Hank's Saloon in Brooklyn tomorrow which is awesome, but I also have a story due for my writing group on Monday which is not. Or maybe it is because without these deadlines I'm pretty sure I would never get any writing done. Sigh. I really shouldn't complain and just be grateful that I made it through the weekend in one piece instead of fifty.
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