It's weird. Today the phones are ringing of the hook. I have about 20 million bajillion things to do. I'm the only one on the phone which means I can't leave the office, like, ever. Yet for some reason I'm oddly happy. It's like the stress is fueling me. This is a bad sign. When stress fuels me, it means I'm on my way to a meltdown. I can't feel it ( Read more... )