Maybe getting a little excited about the wedding again. Starting to regain focus of the why and not so much the how.
Plus, a candlelit ceremony with our closest family and friends? Does it get any better than that?

Work has been so overwhelming lately. Like, never getting around to my ever-increasing pile of paperwork, forgetting to eat lunch, poppin' Klonopin like candy, overwhelmed. Again, I should be offered more money. I should be offered sainthood, but I'll accept higher financial aid if that's all ya got.

Just want to write and make my jewelry and be left alone for awhile. Maybe catch up on some sleep. Call those friends I've neglected for the past year.

Two and a half weeks.  Two and a half weeks. Two and a half weeks.
Wyoming. Wyoming. Wyoming.

It's almost my birthday. I keep forgetting about that because I'm so focused on other things. Well, that and who gives a shit about turning 25? Woohoo lower car insurance! Maybe I'll get gifts...really needing some assistance so I can be pretty, happy, and slightly less in debt. I can see this as a reason to look forward to the anniversary of the day I was sliced out of my mother's uterus. Sorry for the visual. I was a C-Section baby because I was upside-down. Of course I was. I've been difficult and stubborn since the womb.

I have fallen asleep at 7:30 for the past two nights. Waste of my free time? Why yes, yes it is. At least today I fell asleep after some serious self pampering and receiving a full-body massage from Pretty. I can get pretty demanding when I feel the need to be taken care of. "Why is it that I spend my whole goddamn life taking care of everyone else and no one ever gives a f*ck about what I want?!" Frequent complaint these last few weeks. Need a social work vay-cay.

I had real, intelligent, big-girl thoughts to share, but can's seem to recall what they were...

Until next time. 

Wedding planning has reached an almost-tolerable point...
THE Dress? Purchased.
Tuxes? Done.
Save the Dates? Sent.
Honeymoon? Booked.

A lot of the tedious details have been worked out as well. I actually chose table linens. That's right, what was once was feared has now been defeated.

But don't ask me about the bridesmaid dresses. Please. I do not want to think about the bridesmaid dresses. I have nightmares about the godforsaken bridesmaid dresses. Typing "bridesmaid dresses" three times (now four) has raised my blood pressure significantly. No, I cannot explain it. Perhaps this is because I'm afraid I'll force three of my favorite people into hating me. Turquoise satin = hatred? Strong possibility.

Hoping to get that done and over with this weekend. Then I think I can take a break...maybe?

Almost done with  my job, which means almost time to go to Wyoming with my Pretty. Then some blissful time of nothing-ness and back to school for me/us.


Really, really looking forward to the nothing-ness. I want to be bored. I want to go a full five days straight without serious thoughts of mass murder. It's my dream.