Today my fish died, I had all sorts of scheduling hell for a procedure to remove some funky cells from my womanly parts, I was late for work, I found out I have a job interview next Friday--the day before I throw the Speakeasy Ball with Normal--my paycheck is late, my boyfriend is out of town, aaack.

Some of these things are good, some are bad, some neutral, but I'm overwhelmed and freaking out.