I am stressed. And the more stressed I am - the less I am able to tolerate silly people who think they are stressed. So. Annoying. One person in particular is driving me nuts with non stop whining about what she is "going through". I'd love to shake her - but it would do no good. How do people live for decades and never ever wake up? What would they do if they actually had a real problem? There but for the grace of not being an idiot, go I.

I don't have time to be sitting here, but I need coffee and so here I am. I should be making a grocery and menu list for the trip - packing for both of us and all the food we need to shlep, cleaning the house for the cat sitter and STUDYING. I'm so glad Tom is making the trip with me again. As stressed as I am, he has it topped. Which stresses me out.