03/25/2007 11:32
No Rest for the Wicked
18 days until we leave for our weddingmoon and I can't find two seconds to turn around let alone vent my frustrations. Still waiting for a few items to arrive for the wedding and I've made of a list of lists to make. (to do, to buy, to pack ... how sad is that?) I've been having dreams about the things I've been trying to get done.
I am flirting with self acceptance again. Some sort of survival mechanism kicking in. I won't stop fighting the good fight but if I don't lose another ounce (which in all probability is going to be the case) I'm OK with that. I've done my best and I look all right. Now comes the task of dressing my results in a flattering manner (and always standing in such a way as to prevent anyone from viewing my rear).