Overwhelmed

It's already 5:30pm and I haven't even started on my hair. Mrs. Sampson wants me to update my resume tonight, my room is a mess, I haven't touched my The Wire dvds like I intended, there's a brand new Essence staring me in the face that I'm dying to read, I forgot to take all of my black dress pants to the cleaners, I have to get up early tomorrow to go to the grocery store for my yogurt and bagels for the office, the meeting is tomorrow instead of Tuesday, and I have no idea when I'll be getting my first check from work... It's just too much. I have so much on my mind.

I think I'm going to quit. I'm just not going to do anything for the rest of the night. Nothing is due right away so why even stress? Oh - that resume crap. Geez man! I don't even know if I want to do that job that she wants me to do! But I need it. I know I need it, but still... I don't like working with people who are just downright INSANE. She's going to annoy the mess out of me! I know it! I'm afraid that I won't have any time. And it's for accounting work! I HATE accounting work! Just because I know how to do it doesn't mean I want to! So please stop bugging me about some dag on debits and credits! UGH!

Woo-saaaaaaaaa

Ok. I turned in that resume. I'm going to lay down and look at the ceiling until my mind tells me to move.