This week has had a little more chaos in it than I like my weeks to have. I'm not yet to the point of feeling three threads away from coming apart at the seams, but I'm getting uncomfortably close
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::boggles:: The HELL?!?!??? 6:30 a.m.? That is psychotic and delusional and insane-making. Someone is trying to play mind games with you. Fight back with that certain upbeat crankiness! (I'm very impressed with that, btw.) I won't have you hitting the three threads point. Will. Not. Have it. Before that happens you better let me know whose ass(es) I can come kick to make your life somewhat less stressful. (I smell faculty and administrator blood in the water.) And/or call me and vent your little heart out. No! Spleen! That would be your spleen! Seriously. I love you. I want you happy and not coming apart at the seams.
wicked smart.
This reminds me that my grandmother used the phrase "wicked fast" last weekend. I couldn't stop laughing.
Having heard the causes of your chaos, I don't think there's anything I can do. But if there is, let me know. (And I'm sorry that my chaos is contributing to your chaos. That seems unfair. But, hey, at least I took the klutziness for the weekend. *g*)
And you should always feel free to come downstairs and vent. :)
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wicked smart.
This reminds me that my grandmother used the phrase "wicked fast" last weekend. I couldn't stop laughing.
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And you should always feel free to come downstairs and vent. :)
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