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Weak Week

This week has been busy. Hectic. Insane in the membrane.

And it's only Wednesday.

Do you ever feel absolutely overwhelmed? You have a million things running around your brain, but you are too stressed out to physically DO those things? Your house is a mess, the laundry is piling up, you need to send Dr. Horrible his last check, you need to go to band, your Diabetes is stressing you out, your self confidence is on the downhill, you need to register for the next grad school classes, you want to help others, but you can't even hardly help yourself? Wow.

But this week has already had several positives. Namely, Chris and I finally installed our closet, Endeavor launched on Monday morning, and...did I mention I have a ring on my finger?! ;-) oh ya, I totally told ya'll about that last week.

I guess we all have "those weeks". And I don't really know the reason for my underlying stress-out-state, but it could be a lot of things.

[...Oh hellloooo love handles, lets work on you...]

Like I said....it could be anything.

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  1. I am having the exact same week. It can be so overwhelming and you feel so helpless. Hopefully next week will be better for us!

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  2. Just remember the "GOOD VIBRATIONS" from last Friday night, and take a little trip in your mind to "KOKOMO". It'll all work out in the end. Dad.

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