Breathe

Things are falling off my plate and my staff is chasing me for things.

My hermit crab, Mr Orange, has died on me.

My skin is erupting and I'm getting small spots of hives above my lips.

Small bout of diarrhoea on and off.

I don't know how to do some of my work.

I need to clear the bloody crab tank when I get home at night.

Vision in my right eye is blurry cos of the friggin toric lens.

My boss is SMS-ing me with looooooong SMSes to discuss work. WTH.

My neck & shoulder has started to ache a little again.

Office desk is a mess. I have a whole stack of 100 namecards which has not been sorted.

Stomach feels bloated.

Argh.