Lateness

So I missed wishing dragonwhishes a happy birthday, and I missed talk like a pirate day. Yargh.

So I made a coloring book, and I should be feeling good about that, but I'm just... not. I feel like I'm walking around with a big knot of stress in my stomach. I'm having insomnia compared with nightmares that cause me to wake up yelling. I'm glad for the comic book but I didn't realize I wouldn't get paid for a month, which is my fault for not asking, and now I don't have the funds for Squeaks' vet appointment tomorrow. We've been doing... a lot. Church choir and apparently we'll be helping teach the youth group and then there's the kid we'll be mentoring and then appointments of dentist and doctors and vet for both cats and I'm just... unreasonably stressed. I'm not sure I'm really busy enough to warrant being this stressed, when it comes down to it, but there's a feeling of being busy that's invading my brain at every moment, waking and apparently sleeping too.

Anyways, trying to pull my misfiring synapses together and do art, because it should be a relief to work on some other stuff now that the coloring book is done.

Arr.