A Bad Case of the Mondays

Why is it that when you think you've been stressed to the limit, more things happen?

I thought I had enough today with my class assignment being late, and lagging behind in my tasks at work, when, of course, the Account Executives come up the stairs with Client-Requested Changes to the damn texts and now... this man I knew died.

I feel really bad for his widow. She's a great person. In fact, she reminded me of my mom. Her husband passed away on Sunday. Apparently he was ok, no major illness, however he did have some heart problems.

Lately it seems I've been surrounded by death. Reagan dies, Ray Charles dies, these two men die in a horrid car crash (I didn't know them but my Dad did and so did a coworker), and now this man.

Death is supposed to put things in perspective, but lately I have this feeling like it's getting closer. The week of my ex bf's birthday, his brother died. My birthday is coming up this Saturday (28, thank you) and I have this feeling that the same thing may happen to me. My grandma is undergoing surgery on the 28th of June, and although I think everything will be ok, I'm scared. I'm not ready to lose her yet. I want her to go to my wedding!!! But she's not getting any younger and neither am I.

Gotta go. Just needed to get that off my chest. Great way to start a blog, huh?