now that i've gotten things to slow down to half-pace, i realize that i've still got way too much on my plate. i have no idea how i was doing it, although i'm pretty sure i wasn't really. i can't even sleep because i'm thinking so much. why am i even more stressed out now? because of her. because of him... because of this, that, and whatnot. and whatever. and who knows? and maybe. forget the sandman; my latest bedtime buddy is the whatif monster. anyways. i'm working on it.