Dawn's Digression.

I am completely defeated. Paxil be damned, I have anxiety. So much anxiety, in fact, I spent about 15 minutes crying literally under my desk. I must have cried for about an hour this morning. My shoes are too big. The flowers didn't look like I thought they would. Jennifer can't keep the cats after all. I freaked. I've had...um... 12 hours of sleep in the last 2 days, and I can't sleep again until I'm on the plane at 6:30 tomorrow morning. Then, I have to get up early Friday, Saturday, AND Sunday.

I really freaked out about the flowers. I was okay until my mom took off her glasses to inspect the flowers more closely. That's never a good sign. So, I called Melody and cried in her ear for like half an hour. Poor Melody. I was totally over-reacting and I knew I was. And if that was over-reacting, then I don't know what it was when I practically beheaded Michele last night or when I spent that time under my desk this morning. Michele went and talked to her co-worker who explained to her that this is what I'm supposed to do. I'm supposed to freak out. It's typical and it's okay. But I feel like Bridezilla. I'm getting on my own nerves again. Wedding this, wedding that...blah blah freakin' blah. Good God.

3 more days, though. Just three more days. Or as Melody would say, 72 hours.