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[amaneus]

Do you ever feel like you can't do enough? Like there's always something else you could be doing, but if you do it, your head will explode, your world will end, and the gods would curse your family?

I'm always helping. Always doing something. Always offering to do something else.

And then when I do it, I don't like how I do it. I don't think anyone should like how I do it. I want to take it back.

Then, there's a long list of things that, if I were doing them, I'd be so happy. Or at least I think I would. But I'm not doing them. They're on a list.

I love and hate lists.

I love lists I can finish.

I hate lists that have items that are never crossed off.

Holy crap I'm looking right at the most frantic, busy, horrifying part of the year. There it is, within my grasp. I can already feel my sanity slipping away.

Wow. And I'm already tired.

I'm so screwed.