On top of everything I'm taking care of, I now have a sty in my eye. Am I supposed to throw out everything that has touched that infected eye?

It's past 10 pm now. My chicken is overcooked. I haven't eaten dinner yet, and my place is a mess. I feel really disorganised, and I really need to tidy up so I make sure I don't forget anything when I go overseas.

This overseas death thing is really becoming a thorn in my side. I can't take care of my dad's estate until I have his death certificate. I guess that is fine. I'll jump over that hurdle when the time comes. I do still need to start going over his statements and stuff at some point, though.

And getting the official death certificate is taking ages. I think we need to find the original medical examiner who saw my dad. Right now, his temporary death certificate was issued by the police department. It even says that he wasn't murdered. Since all my dad's and my official documentation is in English, when I'm over there...I have to bring my stuff to the Canadian consulate so I get it endorsed!! And then I have to get it re-translated at some point.

I still haven't decided on a lawyer, but I need one to do a land title search on my dad's place. When we get his death certificate translated, his name must match his land title search, or his estate matters will become more complicated later on.

Yesterday, Mr. Nick and I went and packed my dad's stuff. I was hoping to gather ALL his freakin' Charlie Brown stuff. It took up half a suitcase and an orange box. We could have filled up another suitcase. It wasn't be so bad if everything wasn't so oddly shaped and fragile. I don't know how I am going to travel with a box full of stuff. We are in the midst of looking for another box so we can put that box and another parcel together.

My dad's last mistress had sent him a Christmas parcel, and I need to bring it with me to Hong Kong. I cannot fit the contents in my suitcase, my dad's suitcase, or in his box. To courier it over by the end of the week would cost $100+. Sending it through regular mail will be too slow.

I am not a happy camper right now. I don't think I have ever been this stressed before...not even all those times I've complained about being stressed and not having time for myself. I definitely don't have time for myself right now, and I don't feel like I even have time to breathe, let alone getting the "must-do"s done.

My dad was supposed to fly home tomorrow, too.