I'M SO BUSY I FEEL LIKE MY FACE IS GOING TO FALL OFF.

What does that even mean?! I say that a lot. I'm super busy, and I have no idea what I'm doing at work. I'm just trying to clear my plate before the next entree shows up.. and so far. Uhh, well. There's a like 10 plates on my table. It's okay though. Because I'm hungry, and although I've never eaten this stuff before, I will try a taste of everything. Okay metaphor town. Here's the deal: I've been staying extra hours at work, I'm covering for two people, I wanna die, training a temp tomorrow, AND OH YEAH, I left my tears somewhere. I'm in a really good mood despite the four hours of sleep I've been getting each night, which is pretty weird, eh?

What did you do today?!

AND I JUST WANNA GO SHOPPING AND DON'T EVEN HAVE TIME TO.

SO FUCKING BUSY.

I'm so busy, my head might fall off. I'm not totally freaking out, a normal person probably would. My list of tasks exceeds the length of time I have to complete them, but I feel like if I have a panic attack now, I'm going to lose time, so I'm refraining.
I won't say no to any favors. If you'd like to clean my room, do my laundry/dishes, mow my lawn, attempt this paper, answer my e-mails, change over some forms, go to work for me, re-html my blog, copy edit these stories/poetry, or make my phone calls for me, I'll kindly accept.

I've always been the girl to say "yes" to anything anyone asks me, now everyone's getting pissy because I'm giving out a few "no"'s. Y'all can suck it, assholes. Fuck you, and your shirt, lame ass.

FOR FUCK'S SAKE, SOMEONE HELP ME.

Oh. What? Sorry. Was that a mini panic attack?! My apologies, let me return back to my meditation and always chaotic zen mode.

OMYFREAKINGLANTA.

I AM SO FUCKING BEHIND. You know, I figured if I did like a little every day, I wouldn't be in this situation. EH. WRONG. I am fucking behind. I have shit to mail, stories to edit, walls to paint, clothes to pack, pillows to cry on.. BASICALLY. I am not going to get everything done by my deadline, even if I stay up all night.. which is my exact plan.
Yes, we are planning an all-nighter. Should we add in the following factors, work at 8am, and leaving the city at 6pm. Yeah. Why not. Let's just add those in to make it all a little more exciting. WHY OH WHY DID I SAY YES TO SO MANY THINGS?! Why oh why did I party so much?! Oh yeah. 'Cause it's fun.
Whatever, I brought this all upon myself, blah blah yeah, save your lectures people! This is my blog and I complain however the fuck I want! YEAH. OKAY. LET'S CRY NOW.

TASK NUMBER ONE: Organize your billion tasks.

I held back in calling myself a dumb fuck a lot in this post. Yay.