I admit it, I can't be arsed to do anything today. It seems that I've finally reached my limit of wedding organization and planning and doing and emailing and calling and stressing. The good thing is that it's almost done. The bad thing is that it's *not* done and I still need to do it. The stress vein on my forehead has now become my constant compation. This does not please me. <\/p>\n
Slept like ass last night. Katy zonked out like a light, but I couldn't stop my brain from overthinking stuff and I just couldn't relax enough to fall asleep. The cat jumped on my chest and demanded some fuss, which actually helped a bit. I slept quite badly though, and the whole left side of my body is tense and sore, another sure sign I'm wound rather tightly at the moment.<\/p>\n
Right now, I'm trying to organize the reception music, which will involve mixing and burning about 15 CDs, while at the same time re-tagging a large of Katy's MP3s so that her ipod will actually be usable. This will be brain numbing, brain damaging scut work that I hope to write code to do and prevent me from going quite mad and potentially punching a hole through the screen of my laptop. I hope.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I admit it, I can't be arsed to do anything today. It seems that I've finally reached my limit of wedding organization and planning and doing and emailing and calling and stressing. The good thing is that it's almost done. The bad thing is that it's *not* done and I still need to do it….<\/p>\n