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So much stress, so little Patrick. . .

Let's see. . .

Mom's back in the hospital with a kidney stone, spider-bite, cold from hell, and an immune system that refuses to be anything but useless.

Trying to get moved in Thursday while working three doubles (Wed, Thurs, and Fri). Yeah, and that includes spending $400 on a bed, which I have to find some way to have delivered to my place even though I won't be there during the day. They could deliver it on Saturday, but that means I'm sleeping on the floor (or possibly a papasan) until then. And Friday night I really need my sleep.

Why? Oh yeah, biggest show of my life so far. Exciting, yes, but stressful as hell to put together, especially since I've been talking with local newspapers. And there's just a lot to plan for that whole weekend. And I don't really have time to plan it.

And there's work work work. The problem is that I chose a job which often requires an extreme amount of patience, and so I have to choose whether to use it in my job so I can have money, or in my life so I don't melt down.

Tough choice, eh?

The end result, of course, will be absolutely wonderful. If I can survive getting there.