Oh HELL No

Fact: If I seriously plan any aspect of our upcoming wedding for more than one day per week, I get panic attacks and wedding-related stress dreams. Dumb.
I can't explain it. I don't know why this happens.
Maybe because I have to pull this thing together in about a day and a goddamn half? Hmmmm??
Sorry, language.

I never understood the need for wedding planners until now.
Weird thing to complain about? Probably. But it plagues me, I tell you. PLAGUES.
Just wanna take a nap and eat some Klonopin like it's effing candy. Why must that be frowned upon?

I had a super-stressful work day. 
It's not so reassuring to be working on a career in social work, and hate people more and more with each passing day...
I already need another vacation.

I don't want to feel personally responsible for anyone else for at least a week. Starting to get concerned about my own well-being, which is never a good sign since it's not in my nature to worry about my own needs in any way. Ever.

This just isn't gonna get positive. At least not today. Maybe tomorrow? We'll see.