...my head is weak and my heart always speaks before I know what it will say.

I'm so busy it's made me stupid. I'm working on fifteen masks (!!!) that need to be done by Thursday night...plus I've obligated myself to finish a very annoying piece of custom work (don't...even...ask what it is) and I've been putting it off and the guy already paid me for it and he's coming for it tomorrow night. :::sigh:::

Just now I found myself working feverishly on a mask (which normally I love) and fretting with every breath that I won't have enough time...not enough time. So I pushed back from my desk and walked in here to type and zone a little. I'm punishing myself for being stupid and anxious, perhaps? Don't know...but I DO feel a good deal more calm, now that I've left my workspace. Who knows, I might just take a sleeping pill and go to bed and worry about it all tomorrow. In fact, I think that's what I'll do.

AND... I officially love Death Cab For Cutie. I picked up their "Plans" CD yesterday and the music is , I don't know how to explain...sparkly. It's shimmery and bright even when the subject is dark, and the lead singer's voice is young and clean (I don't want to know what he looks like...to me he sounds like a pretty boy). It sends me to my happy place. :-)