I'm in the midst of a pretty stressful week. We've been having meetings every morning to "plan out" the upcoming year's work, and I'm not entirely sure of how I fit into the plans. My boss has been frank with me about this – I know it's because they're retooling the products and bringing in new, as yet unspecified projects while removing the ones I had worked on – but that doesn't change the fact that I feel a little unsure about how things are going to go.

The good news is, I just had my annual review with my boss. Now, this *was* another reason for being stressed, but now that it's over I feel much better. She seems to be pleased with me, so I guess in spite of being felled with enormous stress over the past year, I was able to function well enough to be productive.

I've had a couple of doctor's appointments, too. One was to try and ascertain why I am a phlegm factory. Naturally, I now have to make an appointment to get x-rays and then return to said doctor, who will probably write me a prescription, whereupon I'll put said prescription in a drawer somewhere rather than medicate myself even more than I already am (being a colitis-sufferer).

The other appointment was to try and determine why I'm not sleeping properly and why I keep viewing the world with such a negative perspective these days. I explained the events of the past year and the past 30 years and I guess we'll continue with that next week. All I know is I'm tired of being wound up and cranky.

Oh, and I had to get an estimate on fixing the car. Some asshole knocked it up in a parking lot – a hit and run (I wasn't there at the time). The parking lot guy feigned ignorance and absolved himself of all responsibility. Anyway, the bottom line is: $350 if I pay myself, $1000 if I make an insurance claim. Crap.

The other stress of the week has been an enjoyable one – I've been recording every night, for the Celtic demo. It exhausts me, has eaten into my sleep, and is frustrating at times, but I wake up the next morning looking forward to the next session. It's really annoying when you confirm what you wish you'd done with your life when you are already miles away from your life path's entry gate.

Anyone wanna open a recording studio? *Grin*

Wait, no, anyone wanna gimme a multi-million dollar recording contract? *Grin*

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