Right now, the biggest trouble with being Me is that there is no one I can call and scream, "Talk me down off the ledge!" at.

I might just sit here and have a quiet heart attack or, as I threatened to NewBoss Anais this morning, I might run away to join the circus.

I know--generally I have a joke about it all, but for the last couple of months, my stress levels have been climbing daily. So much so that I'm now back to having at least one interval every day where I sit here and feel my heart pounding, wondering if I'm going to make it. It's starting to be harder to find any funny.

As you will realize, at least in hindsight, my increasingly frequent references to weekend shopping sprees signal a return to Retail Therapy. I've gained another 1-1/2 lbs. I can't get out of bed in the mornings because I sit up so late at night--reluctant to go to sleep so that I have to wake up to face another day.

Anyhow.

Today, it's both the S'SWest 'Nut and MadBoy. I won't bore you with the details, just assume it's more of the same.

Mostly, I'm just sitting here at the moment.

You know. Breathing. Doing a little ommmm.

Reminding myself that Big Girls Don't Cry.

Sigh.

Honestly, I just can't afford to lose an hour a day to stress. I already had to spend an unanticipated six hours (out of the last two work days) working on the S'SWest 'Nut's campaign, so I'm already behind schedule for the week.

Make people not be so stupid, okay?