my head at 2:15 am while lying in bed wide awake…
ugh why can’t I sleep? I just want to sleep. Wonder if I will survive the five-day green juice cleanse this week? Five days…what was I thinking. Oh well. wow thirty- three days until I become a wife. A wife. Still feels surreal. I’m going to be somebody’s wife. That still sounds so adult. Can’t believe it’s already next month. I feel like everything is moving so fast. Such a beautiful shower thrown in my honor by the Glodney women this weekend. I’m so lucky. Really, I hit the jackpot as far as families go. Did I pay my cell phone bill? Can’t remember. I’ll check tomorrow. Why can’t I sleep. I should probably take some of the kitchen stuff off the registry. We can’t fit much more! Maybe I should cook a few new recipes this week with all our new beautiful kitchen appliances. Oh yeah…I’m not eating this week. Blah. Only bright side of this cleanse is sticking it to Olga at my next wedding dress fitting. That will feel good. I guess. I’m going to eat a cheeseburger for lunch after…with a glass of wine. That’s probably going to feel even better. Ugh…bills…bills…bills. So many bills. Wonder when our property taxes are due? Probably the week of our wedding. Wonder what color I should paint my nails for the wedding? Should I go bright for fun? Or pale pink? Will anyone even notice. No. I need to finish the seating chart this week. I hate seating charts. So many feelings. Somebody’s probably going to hate their seat. Shit, it’s 3 am. Sleeeeeeeeeeeeep. Ugh and I have to get up at 5:45 for Bar Method class. I really gotta stop signing up for the 6:30 am class. I hate it. Why do I torture myself by signing up for it? I’m hot. Is the air on? I should probably check. I don’t really want to get up though. I think I’m going to mix all the families at various tables at the wedding. That could be fun. Then everyone gets to know each other, right? I hope I can sit in my wedding dress. If this green juice cleanse doesn’t give me the option of sitting in my wedding dress then something is wrong with the world. This weekend was nice. Brian and I had a really nice Sunday. I love him. It felt nice just hanging. Maybe I’ll take Frank to the dog park tomorrow. Yeah, I’ll do that at some point. Or maybe a hike? I hope Frank is happy. Maybe another puppy at some point. Maybe he needs a friend? No, Brian would kill me. Ok so maybe not a puppy. Maybe I’ll just find a puppy play group. What if I fall in my insanely high heels walking down the aisle. Seriously…that would happen to me. No, I won’t fall. I’ll have my dads arm to hold on to. Shoot I need to find a song to dance with him to at my wedding. I’m going to be a wife in thirty-three days. I’m going to be a wife in thirty-three days. Surreal.
