It could always be worse...

3 and a half hours later, a dead Mini Cooper, baklava and plaintain chips for lunch, and a $35 cab ride back to work...so goes another errand during an afternoon in the life of a Southern Ontario personal assistant :P

I have so much work to do it's scary...really scary...*eep*

I'd give anything not to have to worry about myself as much as I do now...

I need to stop numbing myself as much as I have been lately...but it's so hard not to, since (aside from sleeping the world away) it's the easiest way to deal with having too much on my plate...

I hate not thinking...I need to get things sorted out sooner then later so I can recommence that vital part of living I love so much :(

Wish I could just be an awesome 60's housewife sometimes...I'm still completely baffled how to even remotely combine full time work, school, cooking, and the rest...