That's right. I've reached my saturation point. Know what I need now? An assistant. The woman who was once an invaluable, organized, detail dweeb is dead. She's gone. I'd sure like to find her again but she took off without leaving a forwarding address the silly b*tch. Guess I have to fend for myself. Bummer.
So here's why I'm flooding into my shoes like that guy from the X-Men movie who turns liquid. I have a log-in and password for my e-mail, my facebook, my website, my web host site, Wordpress, Twitter, Triberr, Goodreads, RT Books, and Google. I'm sure I'm forgetting something.
Oh shoot Here I thought I had it rough. A cedar waxwing just hit my big window and dropped onto the deck. He's fluttering and convulsing right outside the patio door so I'm off to lend a hand. Guess that puts things into perspective.
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