Somehow I managed to do something wacky to my Blackberry so that I lost all my contacts on the phone UNLESS I have a certain email account turned on.  That particular account has been having a lot of action lately, so the dinging was happening all day long and even into the night.  I actually got out of bed once and switched my phone to silent because it was out in the dining room waking me up.

For three nights in a row, I dreamed of little except emails.  All those lines and lines of text in front of my face, blurring before my eyes.  In one of the less stressful dreams, my publicist let me know that an event we're coordinating was all set up AND that she'd gotten me on another panel with some authors.  It was VERY exciting stuff until I woke up and realized those particular emails don't exist.

Anyway, Dwayne (mostly jokingly) asked if I'm cracking up.  I (mostly seriously) said that I'm not there yet.  But I am very much relating to the song opening line of MGMT's song "Time to Pretend."  (Warning:  Link is rated PG13 or R-ish for language.)

I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.

I don't know how soon things will calm down (it definitely isn't just emails that have been keeping me busy), but I'm hoping for a bit of a break any old time now.  I very much miss my manuscript that I haven't been able to work on lately.  :-(