I tell you I thrive on stress. It seems like I am the laziest person in the world if I don’t have a million things to do. I get up the energy to do stuff I normally wouldn’t do when under the gun. Take for instance today… I mowed my grass. This is a D job. I do the garden and he does the grass. But I thought I would do it since it is supposed to rain tomorrow. Well when I finished the grass I opened up the gigantic side gate and thought about mowing down the jungle of weeds that is my side yard. It’s like the junk drawer everyone has. The place where I hide all of my junk. There is even a toilet sitting in the side yard.
I took one look at that mess and realized, I just don’t have time for this kind of work. It would have required moving molding that was thrown there after the great office re-do, and relocating other various bits of crap I have been collecting. Not to mention I would run the risk of hitting a giant rock with D’s fancy new mower. I decided that the day before I leave for Russia is not the best time to be taking on such a monumental project. I actually had a breif moment of sanity there people. Of course as I was closing the gate I smashed my finger in the lock. Ouch!
Now I am just moving the stress to paranoia. I am worried that I will forget something very important or something will go terribly wrong. Like me getting the flu because my girlfriend Danielle came down with it last night and I work with her!! Ahhh! God help me if I get the throw-ups while in Russia. That would just suck.
So wish me luck.