If you could see our apartment right now, it looks like an etsy seller based out of hobby lobby barfed all over everything, and then kept barfing.
I don't want to post anything too broad, because I don't want a wedding guest to see the things. But here is a picture of the memorial tag wrapped around my bridal bouquet.
You can imagine that since I'm ahead on my wedding decorations, I am behind on my writing.
This is why I have postponed Zoo Day, which was supposed to be tomorrow, and I have replaced it with Go Outside You Lazy Jerk And Buy A Coffee Or Something Like A Coffee And Jump-Start Your Stupid Book You Stupid Face Day.
So because my apartment is a disaster area right now, and we have been losing sleep over missing cake vendors and inconsistencies in our scheduling and weight loss, I am going to go outside and forget the wedding and just work on the poor Captain and Clockmaker who have been so very much neglected since Europe.
I will figure out the rest of my life on Saturday. I will write the paper on catharsis. I will pay my PT bill. I will figure out what I'm doing for my birthday. I will exercise. But tomorrow I focus on one thing.
What is this?
Dawson is a writer. This is her blog. In it, you shall read about reading. And writing. And cheeseburgers. Sometimes there are tangents. Huzzah.