{...thump...thump....waaahhhhhh}

It dawned on my at about 10:30 this morning that I am scheduled to work tomorrow and Sunday...and then not again until after Turkey Day.

Which means I should know who is eating at my house next Thursday by now.

Except...I don't. I don't even have a clue. I haven't ordered the bird, of course, because I don't know how big a bird to get. I really
really
hate this time of year. There are not enough hours in the day. So what am I spending those available hours doing? Playing Sims. This is known as "avoidance."

Big projects, this week:

1) Clear my cart (at work) and prep for the Return of the Boss-Lady (on Monday).

2) Finish addressing creating shower invites...then I can finish addressing them and move on to stamping and mailing them.

3) Be available tomorrow to attend to the Unloading of Load Two of the Greens. And then Saturday we will be delivering them.

4) Fuck!! I'm supposed to be calling the high school kids about 3) so they know what the timing is. Except I don't know what the timing is!! Fuck.

5) Call prospective guests for Thursday: my niece, her husband, his mom and step-dad, and my nephews. Then order the damn turkey. And make a shopping list for the rest of the food.

6) Buy Beast's birthday prezzies, wrap them, attach (as-yet-unpurchased) cards...before Saturday.

7) Try not to panic about the fact that my left arm hurts...sometimes. Except when it doesn't hurt. It really, surely, almost-definitely, isn't a heart attack. Just a muscle spasm.

8) Call....FIND a masseuse and call for appt. for next Friday.

9) Pick up Rx, which I was supposed to do on Monday. Because I think I'm out of both allegra and thyroid meds as of today.

Note to self: next year, take the second week of November off work and deal with all this without also having to show up and act like I care.

Note to world: I'm NOT having an anxiety attack!! I normally breathe very shallowly while pounding my head on my desk and trying not to giggle like a fucking maniac (or cry like one).

Perhaps I should just email the list to my family and tell them to Back Way The Fuck Off!

Perhaps I should go wash my mouth out with soap.

PS: I just found out that my headphones don't work: I've somehow slashed one of the wires completely in half. Good thing I won't be at work for awhile! :-)