The husband is in the hospital. In typical hospital fashion they don't really know what is wrong with him, only some strange symptoms. But he's been there for three nights, so you know it's scary. I don't really want to go into it. But it's no surprise that my mind is going 300 mph in every direction, mostly bad ones.
I have to submit a thesis to the thesis advisor on Friday and I am just choking on it. This is certainly not helping. Not even close. I know they want me to get personal, but I don't want my thesis to read like a therapy session. I just have issues with that. It turns me off. I just can't be that whiny.
On some level I feel like I could sleep for a week, but I think that might be a little depression sneaking in. I've been fighting it for a while now and this latest husband health crisis isn't helping.
The one thing I keep coming back to again and again is that I need to simplify my life, but the reality is that I have tons of stuff that I will just want to replace if I get rid of it. And by stuff I mean things like printing presses and all my photo stuff. I do not lead a simple life.