losing it

Amidst all this wedding stuff I think it's fair to say that I'm officially losing it. This morning proved it. Every monday night I dreadfully set my alarm for 4:48 a.m. to make it to kalamity practice at 5:00 (Kalamity (Ka-LAM-it-ee): a sicky sick sick hiphop group). I usually get home around 6:30 to a still silent and sleepy house, except my 11 year old brother Mitch. He's always up watching mythbusters at the crack of dawn. Today I had to work at the Zions Bank Hurricane branch. I got on the freeway and imediately started stressing about what I had to get done for the wedding when I got off work. My mind was going 300 miles an hour and my car going just shy of that when it dawned on me that I had passed the Hurricane exit long before. I was half way to Cedar City. I would have driven to Provo had I not looked down and saw that I was in my work clothes. I had to keep driving ten minutes to the next exit and then explore in a one street town for the I-15 S entrance. That actually didn't take too long. It was a one street town. Now I'm standing at a teller station at an almost never visted branch needing to feel productive since there is so much I could be doing so I'm writing this post just to keep me from going insane. And that was a run on sentance. I'm losing it.