It’s two in the morning, and I can’t sleep. I have a big weekend ahead of me, and I can’t get it out of my head.
This weekend is Queen Bee’s wedding, and I’m the maid of honor. I’ve got the dress, and the shoes. I sort of have an outline of a toast in my head should the need arise. It’s up in Tahoe, so I’ll be heading out straight from work to drive up their on Friday. We, the womens, are going out on Friday night. Should be odd, considering half the party is pregnant. What is there to do in Tahoe when you’re with child or with some someones who are with child?
So, the wedding is Saturday afternoon. Since I don’t have any extra cash, and don’t have a place to crash up their the night of, I’m planning on coming home afterwards.
Just in time to catch Maldroid.
Now all I need to do is get some sleep between now and then.
Maybe venting has helped . . .