Planning.
It's starting to get where I'm feeling overwhelmed with the ammount of planning we have to do for this wedding. We have 8 months to:
-get a caterer
-get a florist
-get a photographer
-get a cake
-get a dress
-get Leon's ring
-get Leon's tux
-get somebody to marry us
-get a dj
-regster (that's the fun part!)
O woe is me. I need some help!
Friday, August 08, 2003
Thursday, August 07, 2003
Wednesday, August 06, 2003
Wishing I was.
Yesterday I was sitting here typing at work. Doing research on this or that. I found myself daydreaming about New York City. In my daydream, I'm getting off work, here in my same office. But when I walk outside its different. It's midtown Manhattan. I see a subway entrance and walk down the steps. My my my metro card lets me through the turnstile and I can instantly smell and feel the heat from the oily subway tunnels. I get on a train that takes me closer to where I need to go. Rocking up the tracks I get off somewhere uptown. I emerge from underground and walk up some street, passing the tiny markets, eyeing fresh fruits and flowers in season. I get an idea for dinner and stop into Zabar's where I load a basket full of ingredients. Then I snap out of it, and I'm here in West Sacramento again. I hop in my boring Echo and drive to the library in midtown Sacramento, pick up the next book club selection, head home to my tiny apartment where my boyfriend is playing with his new iPod and one of the cats is crying for fresh water because the other one put food in it. We eat leftovers for dinner, both fall asleep on the couch and both miss our alarm in the morning.
Yesterday I was sitting here typing at work. Doing research on this or that. I found myself daydreaming about New York City. In my daydream, I'm getting off work, here in my same office. But when I walk outside its different. It's midtown Manhattan. I see a subway entrance and walk down the steps. My my my metro card lets me through the turnstile and I can instantly smell and feel the heat from the oily subway tunnels. I get on a train that takes me closer to where I need to go. Rocking up the tracks I get off somewhere uptown. I emerge from underground and walk up some street, passing the tiny markets, eyeing fresh fruits and flowers in season. I get an idea for dinner and stop into Zabar's where I load a basket full of ingredients. Then I snap out of it, and I'm here in West Sacramento again. I hop in my boring Echo and drive to the library in midtown Sacramento, pick up the next book club selection, head home to my tiny apartment where my boyfriend is playing with his new iPod and one of the cats is crying for fresh water because the other one put food in it. We eat leftovers for dinner, both fall asleep on the couch and both miss our alarm in the morning.
Monday, August 04, 2003
Back to normal.
Now that I'm back to my life, things are settling down slowly and I can write about mundane things.
Take the nightmare I had last night:
I dreamed that I was a serial strangler. I had just comitted my latest multiple strangling and I turned myself in to the authorities. While waiting to be hauled in to jail a bystander asked me what prison was like. I replied with this: "It's like a really bad camp." Then I felt immense regret and I was taken to the prison. I woke up before anything else happened.
Now that I'm back to my life, things are settling down slowly and I can write about mundane things.
Take the nightmare I had last night:
I dreamed that I was a serial strangler. I had just comitted my latest multiple strangling and I turned myself in to the authorities. While waiting to be hauled in to jail a bystander asked me what prison was like. I replied with this: "It's like a really bad camp." Then I felt immense regret and I was taken to the prison. I woke up before anything else happened.
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