I got up this morning, or rather crawled out of bed this morning. I didn’t expect today to be the grandest of days. Nor did I expect today as the worst of days. I expected that for once I could relax this week, and just take it one day at a time. When I logged onto my machine this morning, I noticed first a large number of e-mails. Then the existing pile of tasks. And the message from one of my friends, that I might have a huge event to go to. A event that requires preparation, time and expenditure of financial resources. In mortal terms, I have enough to keep me busy for this entire week. And I’m a bit overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of it all. If I don’t roll up my sleeves and get to work soon, then I’m going to have a pack of snarling, salivating tasks all over me in the matter of a single day. Help.
I’m not worried, cause I can handle the load. (Assuming nothing else doesn’t pop-up.) I’m a bit cross that I’m waking up this morning, to the realization that a shitload of work is heading me way. Oh well, I need to be expedient, and hope for the best. Wish me luck.