Sometimes my brain just realizes how much I’m juggling and freaks the hell out.

That’s happening right now. I’m about to have a panic attack thinking about the wedding, and wedding showers, and school, and work (and work), and church and trying to have a social life.

It’s no wonder I keep losing weight. I’m not sure how I remember to eat, ever.

I’m mid-panic attack right now. Excuse me while I go get some water, a bagel and four ibuprofen. 

I need to make some lists.