I'm starting to get the feeling that I overbooked myself this week.
It is a sharp feeling in the bottom of my stomach.
Yes. A sharp feeling.
Like I swallowed a knife.
And the trouble is, I can't just stay up all night and finish everything. BECAUSE, I don't really have to do anything this week.
I just have to be places.
All the time.
And sometimes I have to be two places.
I'm still not really sure how to do that.
As long as I don't think about how I want to write an absolutely amazing feature story that is both witty and significant, about a place that I can spend some time at after 7 p.m. before Friday night, I'm fine.
Oh my goodness, I want to write something beautiful.
And it is making my stomach hurt.
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