I'm supposed to be cleaning my apartment and getting ready for a vacation. Instead, I'm being griped at by board members, and I'm reaching that mythical stress level where you suddenly get all paranoid and nauseous. They're all out to get me, yesss they are.
Damn it. I'm in trouble and it isn't even my fault. It's no one's fault, really, it's just one of those random disasters that strike without warning and leave mangled librarian bits all over the tri-state area. But I'm in charge, so, yeah, I'm in trouble.
I think I'm going to cry.