Too much work.
Too many responsibilities.
Too little time.
My doctor's appointment, which I have literally been counting the hours until because I am so eager, was today. Not tomorrow when I had remembered. Not tomorrow when I had planned for. This morning. So I missed it. And I will get over it--I will. But right now I just want to go upstairs, crawl under the covers, pull them up and cry for a little while.
I won't do it.
I'll sit here and keep writing and hitting those deadlines.
But . . . too much. Just . . .too much.