Friday, August 21, 2009

28 days...

Well, it has finally happened.

This wedding has landed me on prescription medication.

I'm on Naproxen. Because my jaw hurts. Because I can't sleep at night. Because I fret.

I am a fretter. A worry-wart. A nervous-nellie.

But I don't have to fret for the two whole minutes it will take me to consume these brownie turds my dear, sweet co-worker snatched from a sample tray at a near-by bakery.

I promise I'll post more coherent thoughts once my brain is mine again. For now I'm just renting a spare room in the unused space near my occipital lobe.

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