The crush. Of it all. Is coming. Down. On me.
My apartment is a disaster zone. If you had to rate the level of organization in my life right now, on a scale of one to ten? It would be 'apple.' I don't use your scale.
Conrad and I are trying to get our things packed to move into the new place, I'm trying to prepare for the wedding/honeymoon, figure out how we're going to decorate the new place, make holiday ornaments for the swap to send out by Friday, deal with all the legal/bureaucratic crap like insurance, social security, name changes, bills, etc. that comes with getting married, put the January/February issue of the magazine to bed at work by Friday, send out holiday cards, provide friends with lists of people to invite to wedding showers, and oh, lose some weight in the next 33 days. Oh my god, I can't breathe.
I told Conrad today on the phone that every moment of free time from now until December 31 that we have we will have to spend working to get everything done. Okay, I can't even keep typing now. See you in the asylum.
April
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