Work continues to go down hill.
Someone hung up on me today when I told them they couldn't have a cake for tomorrow.
We're still super behind.
And the today yet another one of my coworker's father took a turn for the worst, and isn't expected to live too much longer.
Maybe days, maybe hours.
All this death is ridiculously depressing.
I'm just at a loss for words.
I can't afford to stop and think about it- I need to continue on so I can make it through Easter.
I need to keep it together.
I'm tired of keeping it together.
I'm just tired.
I need to get through the next few days of work, cakes, birthday shindigs, and more cakes.
I'm doing a 5k on Sunday morning- it will be glorious.
It will be peaceful.
I will be relaxed.
Tonight I jazzercised- it was brutal.
I think I'll be sore tomorrow.
Ok, bedtime.
I have to work at 5 tomorrow morning.
Ugh.
When my alarm goes off at 3:30 I will be hating on the world, because that's just how I roll.
It will be chaotic.
Here I go.
Losing my mind,
Bamf
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