So just call me Tammy.
I've screwed up all week.
I just want to curl up in a ball sometimes and try and escape it all. I hate when I drop the ball. I hate letting stupid mistakes happen..
I mostly hate that I'm so hard on myself.
This is the beginning of a week from hell. I never thought I'd say it- but I wish Tammy weren't gone. We need her to do other stuff. Next weekend- 6 weddings, the week after that... 7- on top of hotels, daily orders and High Holidays for the two synagogues. *sigh*
I'm going to cry.
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I still can't believe Bradd is gone- I mean not like we were all that close- just for someone to be in the wrong place at the wrong time is hard. it's not fair is all. It just really sucks.
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I keep telling myself I need to go to bed.
I really really need to go to bed.
But i can't. I can't close my eyes, turn my brain off and just let myself drift into my dreams.
I keep dreaming about crap I'm supposed to be doing. Stuff I could potentially do wrong. I am wound WAY too tightly.
I need to chill.
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