'Scuze me, I think you have my stapler.

Wow. Another Monday, another clonazepam. I swear, work is becoming more and more hectic and tedious. If I'm not sedated, I'm a basketcase. If I am sedated, editing becomes a concentration game. But I'm trying really, really hard to avoid going postal between 9 a.m. and 5 p.m. (After that, all bets are off, as hubby can attest.)

Problem is that there's no specific reason I'm stressed out. Little things (too much work, not enough sleep and taxes...) just seem to be building into a crescendo. And not a pretty crescendo either. One with lots of drums and tubas and an off-key trumpet played by that girl in high school who should've taken up stamp collecting instead of music.

I hope the one coworker who reads my blog doesn't thinks I'm slipping. I'm not slipping. I'm like one of those grabby things you use to open jars.

Anyway, regarding work, I know it's all a bump in the road ... a temporary thing. I keep telling myself: This too shall pass. Right now, it may feel like the effing kidney stone from hell, but it'll pass. And then you'll be able to pee normally again and sell that kidney stone for $25,000 like William Shatner did.

Okay, I generally don't include that last part, because that's not really part of the problem. I just added it for effect. Did it work? I hope so. I think I'm pretty funny when my brain's a chemical circus.

... but not as funny as a picture of a sleeping sharpei. ^_^