Pre-Wedding Day Meltdown-- In T-Minus 5 seconds...

Weddings are STRESSFUL. S-T-R-E-S-S-F-U-L. Sometimes I wish I could just go to the courthouse. No flowers, no food, no cake, no stress. I guess I shouldn't really be complaining since my aunt and my favorite Diane are planning the reception for me. I got my dress, I got my hair appt, and my trial hair appt, I got my fiance... now I need shoes, a veil, an awesome bakery that isn't too expensive, and who knows what else.

All I think about is that I get to spend a week in paradise following this major stress enhancer. I've never been to Mexico, and Cancun is GORGEOUS. I can't wait!!! Plus, by the time the next 53 days are over, I will be GRADUATED!!! G-R-A-D-U-A-T-E-D!! From COLLEGE.

But then I have to find a grown-up job.

Yuck.

Or do I got back to school for web design? So many choices, so, so many choices...

Am I Doomed to Endless Misery and Woe? (At least for 4 months)

It's only been a week since E left. And already I am BORED out of my FREAKING MIND.

I work from 10-1 and 2-8 every day except Wednesdays when I have the afternoon off. I come home exhausted at night. One job I enjoy-- the other is mindless work I do to pay the bills. My 2 p.m. resolve to hit the gym after work dramatically dwindles to little more than a fleeting thought by 8:00 p.m that sounds hilarious to my now crazed mind. Answering phone calls for 6 hours can do that do a person.

Even the thought of dragging myself to the grocery store sounds worse than the eternal doom of Sisyphus.

Where did all my energy go? Why can't I get up at 6 every morning and go for a 3 mile run? Why can't I cook dinner every night without tiring myself out at merely the thought?

All I want to do when I come home is sit on my bed, have the Lakers/ESPN/House on in the background, and Skype with E, which is slightly better than just a phone call.

Ugh. Any suggestions for getting some semblance of an invidious life?? Can I just move to Texas now??

The Other Guy in My Life...

This is Eric. He is my fiance who is leaving me in less than 2 weeks to move to Houston to get a job (He graduates Thursday, yay!!!).
What does this mean? Tracie is dateless for the summer... OR IS SHE????

This is William Brian Nolte. The one single guy Eric says I am allowed to be alone with this summer. Eric says he won't even mind if I take his pants off-- (OKAY, people, we're talking poopy diapers here!) Woot Woot. I hope he pays when we go to the movies... or at least refrains from spitting up on me...

Which one is cuter? Which one is cuter? I don't know, I don't know, but I have 4 months to make up my mind!