I should be stressed out, I suppose. I have a lot of work to take care of at my job, I am supposed to be raising tons and tons of money for the gala over the next two weeks, plus keeping up on individual giving and things are rough, considering that the economy is tanking. Plus, I have school bullshit, a simple but annoyingly detailed project due on Wednesday, a quiz tomorrow, a bunch of other shit piling up behind that. But its like...I wouldn't say I don't CARE. I care a lot. But it'll be alright, one way or another. We made $25,000 today. And anyway, I care about other things more. I care about Jen. Spending time with her. Kissing. About working on our babymaking. About the fact that its getting warmer out. That I can do 15 decent pushups now. That people on the internet really dig my tibette fanfiction. That Jill Dolan thought my blog commentary was smart. That Nicole and I can be pals again, and that I got to see Jessica for lunch last week and she bought me a cupcake.

I'm under a ton of pressure but I feel like I'm on top of the world. Am I actually getting away with this?