Thursday, July 01, 2004
ugh. ugh, ugh. I've completely lost the will and ability to speak. I've been in at work since 7:30 this morning. Sometimes I think I take this dedication-to-work thing a bit to far. A ten-and-a-half-hour day in front of a PC IS NOT FUN. Don't do it. Ever.
But I'm off for the rest of the week now. Jo is arriving at the train station in about an hour or so and the rest of the weekend should be relaxing, fun and a *bit* tipsy. Of course, G and I are hosting a party on Saturday not knowing who, if anyone, is attending. It could just be us a case of wine and 3 tons of nibbles. At least all of the nibbles are freezable, so they won't go off.
I'm getting married in 23 days (I think) and I don't actually know whether I'm coming or going. I do now I'm becoming a bit difficult. I through a fit on the phone to my mom a few nights ago concerning the bridal march and how cliché I think it is. I, of course, want "Arrival of the Queen of Sheba". Can't remember who composed it or what it sounds like, but I like the name. It compliments my madam-like demeanour that I'm occasionally accused of having by a few friends (Simon).
Now that the day is fast approaching it seems its the only thing I think about. Its consuming my life. Going to the gym, looking after my skin, worrying about every little minute thing that could happen.
I am becoming as neurotic as I predicted oh so many months ago.
I have managed to sort out a "viewing" of the dress for Jo. I couldn't have the maid of honour NOT see the dress. She missed out on the entire selection ordeal (lucky her!), so she should see the almost-final ordeal.
But now I need to make a quickie call to my Mom about the music (Queen of Sheba!) and then I'm off to collect Jo. And then a few glasses of dry white and a good natter!
But I'm off for the rest of the week now. Jo is arriving at the train station in about an hour or so and the rest of the weekend should be relaxing, fun and a *bit* tipsy. Of course, G and I are hosting a party on Saturday not knowing who, if anyone, is attending. It could just be us a case of wine and 3 tons of nibbles. At least all of the nibbles are freezable, so they won't go off.
I'm getting married in 23 days (I think) and I don't actually know whether I'm coming or going. I do now I'm becoming a bit difficult. I through a fit on the phone to my mom a few nights ago concerning the bridal march and how cliché I think it is. I, of course, want "Arrival of the Queen of Sheba". Can't remember who composed it or what it sounds like, but I like the name. It compliments my madam-like demeanour that I'm occasionally accused of having by a few friends (Simon).
Now that the day is fast approaching it seems its the only thing I think about. Its consuming my life. Going to the gym, looking after my skin, worrying about every little minute thing that could happen.
I am becoming as neurotic as I predicted oh so many months ago.
I have managed to sort out a "viewing" of the dress for Jo. I couldn't have the maid of honour NOT see the dress. She missed out on the entire selection ordeal (lucky her!), so she should see the almost-final ordeal.
But now I need to make a quickie call to my Mom about the music (Queen of Sheba!) and then I'm off to collect Jo. And then a few glasses of dry white and a good natter!
Monday, June 28, 2004
It is *so* a stupid hour of the morning. I should be tucked up in bed, but I had the urge, no inspiration, to say something profound.
Not really. I just like the attentions.
And for all of my good intentions I cannot a) remember what the grand inspiration was and b) truthfully, am not hugely bothered.
Try again tomorrow!
BTW - I'm having a party - you're all welcome!
Not really. I just like the attentions.
And for all of my good intentions I cannot a) remember what the grand inspiration was and b) truthfully, am not hugely bothered.
Try again tomorrow!
BTW - I'm having a party - you're all welcome!
