What is this "stress" thing about again?

Was shuffling through Word On The Street today (a very fine literary street fest thing) and came across the Canada Arts Council (or whatever they're called). Turns out that the grant applications for writers are due this week. This week! Sound much like the Toronto Arts Council grant situation early this summer -- although at least I have more than 17 hours notice this time.

Magazine subscriptions purchased today:
Outpost
Wish
Maisonneuve
Fashion

Total amount spent on magazines for the next year : $40
My father's response to this news: "Toronto is really the worst place for you to be living." I have to agree.

Trying not to think of the mound of work I have to do for Wednesday, plus preparing for a short visit from most beloved mother-lady later this week. Ack. ACK!

Not to mention a certain writing opportunity that just came up which will, should I excel at it (or at least not completely screw up) could significantly improve my writing portfolio, marketability... and even my finances. Well, a tad anyway.

But noooooo. No pressure.

(Brain implodes with a small, breathy "fwathump." The world cheers. Banks cry.)