enough

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!

I have reached the point at work at which I absolutely, positively CANNOT fit one more thing to keep track of into my day (or my head) anywhere. In fact, I can't even make a coherent list of all the things I'm supposed to be keeping track of.

I almost just burst into tears in a staff meeting.

I could go home now because I got here at 7:10 this morning, but there are too many things I Must Get Done Today, Because We Asked You To, That's Why.

*whimper*

figures

This is the one time in my adult life when I would be willing to pay somebody to show up on my doorstep with a dozen newly-baked chocolate chip cookies, and the place in Brighton that used to do that don't do that no more.