I hate when this happens, when I get so overwhelmed by the seemingly monumental responsibilities on my shoulders.
I'd take a deep breath but I'm afraid that I would just exhale in a scream of frustration at not being able to do what I want and having to spend too much time doing what I have to (which, as it turns out, is unimportant according to the governor, but I'm going to have to stay away from politics lest I go absolutely insane).
Ugh. Blech. Blah. Grr....
Sending you a frustration-free cyber hug:
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Just pretend your Scarlett O'Hara and say "I'll just think about that tomorrow. After all, tomorrow is another day!" :)