I don’t know where to start. I don’t know what to say except that it’s been a crazy time in my life. 4th of July holiday which was good wholesome all-natural fun. Not a single sip of alcohol while we were camping. Then this past week, I have been on an emotional roller coaster. While pouring out my life story to Daniel, he agreed, “Yeah, you need therapy.” That was at the start of the week, then more craziness ensued. Ring me up if you want to hear an insane story. I’ll never post it here on my blog. I am still recovering. I feel guilty. It’s kinda tearing me apart, so I’ve been telling everyone who will listen just to get it out of my system. And it’s our busiest time of year at work. We report our earnings Wednesday. I was in the office yesterday. Need to go back in today, except I’m rather enjoying sitting here on my couch looking out the window at the trees lining Geary Boulevard. And my place is a mess. The painting is still not done. I spent a few nights on my couch while they painted my bedroom. It’s driving me nutso that the work is still not complete. That’s what I get for hiring cheap labor…it just drags on and on. Then Burning Man is right around the corner. Lots to do and figure out. My stress level is at an all-time peak, hoping I’ll get through the week. My heart is beating furiously.