You know that feeling when you've bit off more than you can chew? I don't mean figuratively either. I mean it in the most literal sense. When you take a bite of something and it won't tear apart, so you just start reeling it into your gullet until your mouth is so full you can't even chew, much less breathe?
That's where I'm at right now. (Figuratively this time, not literally)
The funny thing about biting off more than you can chew is that it still tastes good (back to the literal). It still tastes the way it's supposed to taste, but you feel you should have shared your portion a bit.
The thing about the figurative version of this story...and the literal version too...is that you just have to keep chewing until you can make it. (I'm not much of a food-spitter-outer)
So I'm just gonna keep chewing. If Disney taught us nothing by way of Finding Nemo - it's that we need to 'just keep swimming, just keep swimming.' Just keep chewing, just keep chewing.