stress muffin.

My job has become a stress-tastic roller coaster of annoying proportions. It's everywhere. I can't get away from it. I'm. So. Stressed. Out. And my job isn't even that hard! Plus, John and I have just moved into a new apartment and I keep tripping over half-unpacked boxes. I have bruises all over.

I have the sinking feeling that January is going to feel more like a relief than a party.