"my god it's so beautiful when that boy smiles..."
"cradle your head in your hands and.....breathe....just breathe...."
That's what I'm doing this weekend: Breathing.
Jason worked some overtime...thank god. Not that it makes a damn bit of difference in the general scheme of things...but I was able to fool myself into sleeping the last two days. If I can force myself not to think about the stress-causing problems in my life, maybe I can make it through the next two months. Not that I'm holding my breath for that.
So....
.....breathe.....
I find that watching LOTR this weekend this weekend has also helped. I think perhaps it was just focusing on the guys and the whole "ensemble" of their wonderfulness that made me smile. BUT DAMMIT! He's sucked me right back in. There's just something that makes me weak in the knees everytime I see him smile. *SIGH* I suppose if you're going to be hopeless, it's best to be hopeless with good reason.
Once again I sit here (mere hours before a Pack meeting) and find myself confronted by the never-ending plethora of questions: "WHAT IN THE HELL AM I DOING FOR THIS MEETING?" "WHAT WAS I THINKING BECOMING A DEN LEADER?" "IS DEATH A REASONABLE EXCUSE TO CANCEL?"
*ARGH*
Okay, so this is procrastinating. I must endeavor to overcome! Work, work, work! Finish the game!