This sucks

Just had to turn down an invitation to Glyndebourne for Die Fledermaus on 2 June - daren't accept anything which might get in the way of all this bloody work. I just want my life back. Does anyone appreciate these sacrifices? I won't get invited again for another thirty million years.

The stress just creeps up and strangles you. Thinking of buying shares in Kleenex, because I haven't cried this much since my first husband left me. And the way things are going, if I don't buck my ideas up I can see the current one making like a shepherd and getting the flock out of here. And I wouldn't blame him.

Jesus. Just letting off steam. Back to colouring in.