I'm one coffee-date short of a nervous breakdown. My life is so packed that I have to schedule in the stoplights at which I can put on my make-up (Arizona and Pacific). I don't even have time to return my Trader Joe's walnuts (they were like, rotten, and I had to spit them out...very unlady-like). My laundry bag is so compacted it's turning into a piece of furniture (I put my outfits on it).

What's up with working almost full-time?! It's like The Man is trying to keep me down! I don't have time to write about my latest bladder episode! At this piont, I'm giong to have to blog less and make them count more! I might even have to start writing about something important!

Just for today, I'm too busy.