I thought I lost my auxiliary hard drive today. To make along story short I was incredibly stressed out all day and at the end of the day when I went to retrieve the hard drive from the portfolio I use to transport it to and from photo class it wasn't in there. Usually I can remember the last time I saw something but not this time. Stress has wiped my short term memory clean. I had no idea. I searched the house, I called the art center, I even jumped into my truck with Josh along to keep me calm and searched the art center by myself. In the end I came home, fighting hysteria the entire time, and after another useless house search decided that the thing to would be to sit still and try hard to focus and remember the last time the hard drive was in my hand. I sat down at my desk chair, I stared at the portfolio trying to will my memory into action when it occurred to me that the portfolio straps weren't the right length. Whoops. I had used my nearly identical other portfolio today and my hard drive was safe and sound inside of it.
Yeah, that's pretty much the kind of day I had ALL DAY LONG and no posh club/sauna endorphin high to help me cope. Tomorrow I am going to work out hard and sauna as long as I can take it. They are going to have to drag me out of there.
I'm overwhelmed lately. Moving, worrying, thinking about Matt leaving me forever and ever and never coming back again because he might marry an anti-family bitchy girl that he meets at hipster college. It's all too much. Especially the Matt part.