000014 - i plead insanity, your honour

if i was guilty of being busy recently, then i would like to plead insanity!

i seem to have accumulated a few too many projects to look after at work at the moment... mainly because Shannon has gone off on his European tour for 7 weeks or something and have left me with most of his projects to babysit. straight off the bat on monday, i get phone calls on the mental health job (i should make reservation for a bed there) and tax depreciation jobs. meanwhile i've yet to finish that bill on special joinery and haven't even had a chance to look at the mary mackillop project either...

sigh. i shouldn't complain so much though as i know other people have bigger problems to worry about. i should appreciate the fact that i have a job. i just wish i could take a break and catch my breath every now and then.

if i was a symbol, i'd probably be a question mark, i think. i always seem to be asking questions probably because of my thirst for knowledge and general curiosity. but lately, i've found myself to be less inquisitive as i'm afraid of not getting any response at all. i find that somewhat funny and ironic since if i don't ask to begin with, i'll never get a reply at all.

so what am i so afraid of?