Stress

[hot_pastrami]

I am under a lot of stress these days. But it is uncharacteristic of me to complain about anything, so I usually just end up acting as though I'm not completely out of my mind, covering it up like a quilt thrown over a soiled sofa.

I'm in the process of buying one house and selling another at the same time. I'm making improvements to the house I'm selling to get it sold faster, and the new place has a to-do list which is pretty formidable. I'm signing a lot of papers and spending a lot of money, and cramming critical errands into every spare moment I can find. I know I have a huge moving project ahead of me, but cannot afford many days off work to do it in.

I'm trying to decide how to ask the girl that I love to marry me (she knows that I'm going to ask in the near future, but nonetheless I want it to be romantic, and a surprise if possible). I'm trying to figure out how to tell my devout LDS mother that I'll be moving in with my girlfriend before we're married, which from her Mormon perspective will be my one-way ticket to fiery Hell.

At work I have sole responsibility over several projects with approaching deadlines, and insufficient time. On top of that, soon my job will be changing, the department I've worked in for years is being dissolved, and I'l be moved to a new department where I know nobody, and I must once again prove my worth. That's assuming they don't just decide to lay me off.

Ok, I'm done. I'm not looking for sympathy or anything, I just had to get that out of my system. Carry on, nothing to see here.