Stop.

   I'm feeling that rush again, and not the good kind. Time keeps going on by, seemingly faster everyday, and it's as though I've lost all capability to be productive. Work keeps piling over one another, and feelings are getting in the way (though I'm grateful for this new 'venture' per say), and it creates this huge tangled mess, that requires an additional truckload of time to figure out. And I ain't got that time. I need to just have a good night's sleep, wake up fresh tomorrow, and regroup. I need to prioritize, I need to plan, I need to kick this mother fucking final year in its huge ass.