Busy, Busy, Busy

I can't even think straight right now. There's just so much on my plate and I feel like I can't keep up with it all. I feel frustrated and anxious, and I just want to smash something sometimes. Tommy Hilfiger-wearing douche-bags and non-stop Christmas music at work don't exactly help the situation, and I haven't been sleeping well on top of that. I need to vent, or paint - burn down a Starbucks - something, but I'm always so short on time. I need some time to breathe, but I won't have that luxury until the end of December, and even then it all starts back up in January. I hate how disconnected I feel.

I am so thankful for the people that are there for me.