Dawn's Digression.
Monday, September 01, 2003
I'm eating Reddi Wip from the can. Not something you'd probably expect someone who needs to fit into a wedding gown to be doing less than 30 days from her wedding gown, but a necessary evil.
My weekend holiday was mostly good. Mostly. I had a hell of a Saturday. I am not going to go into detail. It was that bad. Let's just say one of us has some cold feet that almost wrecked the whole deal. I was ready to get myself an apartment and trying to figure out how to tell everyone that the wedding was off. *sigh* We seem to have made it through that singular hurdle, but it really makes me wonder what awaits the two of us. I was a wreck most of Saturday. It ended with me having more than enough to drink and spilling unnecessary guts to my friend online. Thank goodness she showed up online and saved me from myself! I'm telling you friends, it was ugly.
It seems like I have some more stuff to write, but I'm completely distracted by the fact that I have laundry in the dryer and laundry to put up, plus a Muffin sleeping on the couch. I can say, though, that I have not raised a finger to clean anything in this house in the last week. Ah, the glory of Paxil. Here's the deal. I clean every day because I am a pig. I pick up after me. I pick up after Michele. Now that I don't give a rat's ass, I don't pick up after either of us. Michele has been doing all the dishes, and today, she did almost all the laundry. I showed up just in time to put up my own stuff. Does it seem strange to you that she won't/doesn't put up my laundry? She just leaves it there. I put up hers. I won't say all the time, because I have no statistical data, but I'm really thinking it is more often than not.l Just an interesting thought.
My weekend holiday was mostly good. Mostly. I had a hell of a Saturday. I am not going to go into detail. It was that bad. Let's just say one of us has some cold feet that almost wrecked the whole deal. I was ready to get myself an apartment and trying to figure out how to tell everyone that the wedding was off. *sigh* We seem to have made it through that singular hurdle, but it really makes me wonder what awaits the two of us. I was a wreck most of Saturday. It ended with me having more than enough to drink and spilling unnecessary guts to my friend online. Thank goodness she showed up online and saved me from myself! I'm telling you friends, it was ugly.
It seems like I have some more stuff to write, but I'm completely distracted by the fact that I have laundry in the dryer and laundry to put up, plus a Muffin sleeping on the couch. I can say, though, that I have not raised a finger to clean anything in this house in the last week. Ah, the glory of Paxil. Here's the deal. I clean every day because I am a pig. I pick up after me. I pick up after Michele. Now that I don't give a rat's ass, I don't pick up after either of us. Michele has been doing all the dishes, and today, she did almost all the laundry. I showed up just in time to put up my own stuff. Does it seem strange to you that she won't/doesn't put up my laundry? She just leaves it there. I put up hers. I won't say all the time, because I have no statistical data, but I'm really thinking it is more often than not.l Just an interesting thought.
Dawn, 8:47 PM
