* My laptop is in for repairs (the screen split down the side for no apparent reason) and I'm going through withdrawal trying to write on my old, slow HP. * My rooster, who was attacked by a neighbor's boyfriend's dog, is dying. I am so sad, and feel so guilty and awful, not quite knowing what to do to help. He's more severely injured than he let on the day after--and I think I'm going to have my father in law shoot him. He might have crushed ribs--and certainly a broken leg. He won't eat, or drink. This is the part I hate about loving animals.
* I have another writing deadline (the first of next month) and am tangling deep in the middle of a manuscript. Hence, I have no time to do anything else. Including art. Feeling guilty about that.
* I can't seem to shake the feeling of guilt hanging over me lately---can't seem to ever feel like I'm getting everything done well enough, fast enough, etc--yet I can't seem to figure out what to cut back on.
* I'm turning 30 at the end of the week, and am feeling nervous. Shouldn't I have accomplished more by now? Please tell me, what is the best thing about turning 30?