If I were a chain smoker, this would be one long smoke break!

Maybe you're checking this blog for the first time. If so, you're in luck. There's an archive of much about nothing you can catch up on. Maybe you're one of the faithful few who check regularly, and for that I'd like to say, "bless your heart, you must be really bored." Or, if you are truly faithful, you have this on your blog roll and I'm sure I've been at the bottom of the totem pole lately. And suddenly, today... today a new post pops up and now there are expectations. Expectations only lead to disappointment. You should know that. And here it is.

I'm not even sure what day it is these days. I try not to look at the calendar because when I do, I realize how few days there are until Jon and I bound ourselves contractually to one another, and I hyperventilate. Not because of the marriage itself, but because there are a bazillion details to take care of before the wedding. Having OCD has it's price. It's called sanity.

As much as you would like to have something more exciting to read, I would like to have the brain power and energy to write it. Though if it were a choice between the brain power and a good margarita, I'd have to live with being stupid and tired all the time.