Cats + Boxes

Isabela in the empty recycling box...

So, I'm working seven days in a row (4 down, 3 to go) and am crazy stressed out. And am trying to clean the apartment and get it ready for the family to see. And run all my errands (post office, grocery store, laundry) with no time to do it. And get my hair done (it's very long). And get my nails done (they're very long). And research tattoo parlors (for possibly Seestor tattoo part deux). And figure out what the plan is for this weekend. And figure out if I can see a friend who's in town. And figure out if I can see the fight on Saturday. And sleep. And eat. And work.

So... when I have a lovely, wonderful moment to enjoy a cat in a (recently emptied) recycling box, I took it. She is so effing cute. And I am so effing stressed. Tomorrow should have been my last day. Or today. I cannot believe I am scheduled to work seven days IN A ROW for my last week. AND that I had to ClOpen (closed last night, opened today. BOTH BY MYSELF). I am so tired and I feel so disrespected and taken advantage of. I just wish I had a day to recover before I jump into stressful family time. For eight days. In a row.

Breathe. Trying to breathe.

Didn't make it to yoga tonight. I HAVE TO GO TOMORROW.

Or I might go nuts.