So I'm gonna take a few more deep breaths here. I'm going to stop finding fascinating alternative projects, like laundry and dishes and awful tabloid websites (Lindsay Lohan missed her flight to DC! Snookie is pregnant! Jessica Alba is 30!). And I'm going to play this song as loud as I possibly can:
"I live my life a quarter mile at a time. Nothing else matters ... For those ten seconds or less, I'm free."
Helpful tips and/or suggestion welcome! Please no encouragement--I know that sounds weird but truth be told I'm already sick of it, and I cannot handle disappointing even more of it right now.
Big ♥ for you all.