Maybe, possibly the shortest blog in my life @ 02:39 pm
Here's some prose to describe the story of my life, or part of the story anyway:
Someone gave me a small, weak plate with too many items on it and with too much weight on it. You should see the mess it's made as I carry it through my daily life.
I keep having to stop to pick up the dropped items. Sometimes they're broken, sometimes they're just not finished yet, sometimes they are done but they get lost amongst the rest of the pile. As soon as one thing is done, another needs done. Some things rely on others before the entire project can be completed. Sometimes they rely on others to help so I can only do so much...