Original post Sept. 19th, 2007

Here I sit, hours from my big day, and don't I feel special. I'm in my ratty underwear sitting on towels watching Star Wars movies while my "tan" dries with kleenex shoved up my nose because I'm sick and can't blow it without screwing up my color.

I'm just a freaking beautiful, glowing, happy Bride-to-Be. Not to mention I just bit JR's head off over the phone (oh yeah, and it's THAT time of the month too.) God, I'm a wreck. The planning was going so well I didn't believe everyone who told me "something" would go wrong before the wedding. I thought I could anticipate any problems and just go with the flow (no pun intended) if things went wrong. But I NEVER guessed my health would be a factor.

Now I just want to crawl in a hole and make the world go away. But, I am determined to enjoy my wedding. So for those of you coming.. if I seem loopy it's probably just the crapload of drugs I'll be taking. Wish me luck!