By this time tomorrow night it will all be over. By this time tomorrow night my sister and then-brother-in-law will be hiding out in some hotel in Salt Lake. By this time tomorrow night I will be passed out on the LoveSac. (Yeah right. I'll be online, hoping that someone else is awake and alone at 10:52 p.m. on a Friday. Which never happens.) And this time tomorrow night I'll feel very differently than I do right now. I hope.
I've had it to here (imagine hand held wherever you think my limit might be) with family and wedding and dogs and whatever. I don't know if I'll survive the night without causing some sort of minor scandal. (Which would fulfill TB's pre-break request.) If anyone wants to come and watch the incredible shrinking editorgirl, email or PM me. There'll be cake.
Today. Today I spent cleaning bathrooms, hunting down ties (Melyngoch was right--DI is the place to go--of course, we're usually right), and writing quotes in the guest book to "personalize" it. About halfway through, I realized I was personalizing more for me than my sister. I started with Much Ado: I love you with so much of my heart there is none left to protest. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably. Of course, this one comes later in the book. I also used DPS and "The Book of Love." And it's made me want an occasion to write these type of quotes for myself. Pa-thetic, I know. Pathetic.
I'm now going to go shave my legs and then stay awake imagining that someone is telling me I have nice eyes.
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I know it's me you're growling at in your reflection. Because everything is about me.
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