She must suffer till her last breath.

Oh, what a tragic, frazzled mess I am at the moment. But the report is not all blood and guts. Tons of new work. Deadlines that can't possibly be met. An unwillingness to pass on lunch dates or anything else. And Kevin, freshly back from his Australian sojourn, is staying with me for the next few days. I have a calendar and a pencil and a head for numbers. Why can't I ever make it all fit in?