Monday, March 26, 2007

Get a grip

I very seriously need to take a chill pill — before someone shoves one down my throat.

I'm somewhat at my wit's end, and I can't put my finger on what's been bothering me — but it's probably a number of things that are slowly taking over my positive psyche and replacing it with a rather sour attitude.

In the last 24 hours, I have:
1. Snapped (and by that I mean jumped down their throat over a minimal issue) at someone I have a lot of respect for.
2. Forced back tears over a story I read about people buying ducks for their kids for Easter, only to dump them a short time later because — seriously — who can really keep a duck? (Unless you've got a pond, and that's cool with me.)
3. Developed one rather large blemish (i.e. one monster Z-I-T)
4. Tried to stop my heart from jumping out of its chest while my neighbor's truly horrid music vibrated my entire living room and kitchen.
5. Reminded myself to *just breathe* at least 250 times.
I may not be too far away from the looney bin. It sounds somewhat relaxing, actually.