Today started out like a ton of bricks falling on my head, one brick at a time. It was one of those times when every little thing went wrong, and the repercussions just added to the confusion until I wanted to throw the computer out of the window and just move to a deserted island. We all have days like that, but I honestly cannot think of anyone who actually enjoys them.
    I am physically running out of time in the day trying to keep all the balls juggling in the air and not falling to the floor. It seems that people take some perverse pleasure in finding the slightest imperfection and just jumping all over it right now. If I worked in an office I would probably have stuffed the bodies into the coffee maker by now.