Wedding anxiety dream #48
Last night I dreamed of another wedding disaster. There were forgotten invitations, terrible food and lots of tears.
I'm calling right now about the invitations so at least I don't have to worry about them anymore. I can wake up and say, "oh it was just a nightmare. The invitations are taken care of." Until then, they remain nightmare material.
Thursday, December 11, 2003
Wednesday, December 10, 2003
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I have too much anxiety right now. Last night I had wedding anxiety dreams. How could it be a day before the wedding and I haven't given thought to what I'm going to do about flowers?!! You know, stuff like that. Then, I'm worried about christmas presents. The grinch took away my holiday bonus, which is usually about $500. So, no one is getting much from me this year. I have to make my already limited funds stretch between presents, bills, rent and this wedding I'm supposed to be saving for. It's a headache to try and prioritize these things.
I've decided that the only thing I really enjoy about christmas is getting to watch christmas movies.
I have too much anxiety right now. Last night I had wedding anxiety dreams. How could it be a day before the wedding and I haven't given thought to what I'm going to do about flowers?!! You know, stuff like that. Then, I'm worried about christmas presents. The grinch took away my holiday bonus, which is usually about $500. So, no one is getting much from me this year. I have to make my already limited funds stretch between presents, bills, rent and this wedding I'm supposed to be saving for. It's a headache to try and prioritize these things.
I've decided that the only thing I really enjoy about christmas is getting to watch christmas movies.
Friday, December 05, 2003
Nothing new
No new news.
I wish there was some king of magic nail grower that would make your fingernails grow faster. For now, I'm gluping down lots of water (well, I will be as soon as I refill my water bottle) and hoping for the best.
Top 5
1. New Pornographers "The Laws Have Changed"
2. Pink and brown sweater
3. The rain when I'm inside
4. Almost done with Spanish class
5. Olives
No new news.
I wish there was some king of magic nail grower that would make your fingernails grow faster. For now, I'm gluping down lots of water (well, I will be as soon as I refill my water bottle) and hoping for the best.
Top 5
1. New Pornographers "The Laws Have Changed"
2. Pink and brown sweater
3. The rain when I'm inside
4. Almost done with Spanish class
5. Olives
Monday, December 01, 2003
Most menial of tasks
I don't want to, but I have to start pulling my November sales reports. Then I have to fill out my T.P.S. report cover sheets before gettng back my stapler.
My vacation hardly felt like a vacation as soon as I got in this morning and sat at my desk. All I ever see is this computer screen and it gives me a cross-eyed headache. Woe is me. I went to lunch with the girls in the office and talked about boys. They have revolving casts of boyfriends and hook-ups. I, me, myself, I.....I have my favoritest, most lovliest boy. They would not enjoy the stories I have to tell about him, of us laughing about something that only he and I think is funny. They wouldn't get it. But everyone understands the girls chasing the boys and so we talk about that at lunch.
I'm just about done battling this head cold. It's retreated into the depths of my sinuses and has given weight to my speech. If I had an english accent with my head cold, my accent would be unmistakably Liverpudlian. Love, love me do.
Making way on the invitations. I found the most perfect one at $6.50 a pop. I ordered a sample and I'm going to copy it at just pennies a card. Pennies! I'm also researching vows, which is scary. I started reading some examples of creative vows and I nearly started blubbering right here in the office. I don't think I'll be able to handle myself at the altar. That's why the Spaceballs vows sound so much easier to me.
Do you?
Do you?
Okay you're married, kiss her.
I don't want to, but I have to start pulling my November sales reports. Then I have to fill out my T.P.S. report cover sheets before gettng back my stapler.
My vacation hardly felt like a vacation as soon as I got in this morning and sat at my desk. All I ever see is this computer screen and it gives me a cross-eyed headache. Woe is me. I went to lunch with the girls in the office and talked about boys. They have revolving casts of boyfriends and hook-ups. I, me, myself, I.....I have my favoritest, most lovliest boy. They would not enjoy the stories I have to tell about him, of us laughing about something that only he and I think is funny. They wouldn't get it. But everyone understands the girls chasing the boys and so we talk about that at lunch.
I'm just about done battling this head cold. It's retreated into the depths of my sinuses and has given weight to my speech. If I had an english accent with my head cold, my accent would be unmistakably Liverpudlian. Love, love me do.
Making way on the invitations. I found the most perfect one at $6.50 a pop. I ordered a sample and I'm going to copy it at just pennies a card. Pennies! I'm also researching vows, which is scary. I started reading some examples of creative vows and I nearly started blubbering right here in the office. I don't think I'll be able to handle myself at the altar. That's why the Spaceballs vows sound so much easier to me.
Do you?
Do you?
Okay you're married, kiss her.
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