The Stars and the Cookie Jar

I don't know why I'm so stressed out right now. I mean, yes, sure, wedding. But my job adds no stress to my life, really -- compared to my last job, it's a negative on the stressor scale -- and I'm fairly happy with my life. As soon as we're not planning a wedding/running around every weekend for the wedding/out of town because of our wedding, I'm planning to trundle back to grad school.

(This may mean taking my GRE's again. That stresses me out.)

But I feel so edgy and hormonal and tired out and stressed. I want to already be married already. I want six or seven days of weekend, where I can just clear the decks and plan everything! But I know if I had those six or seven days, I wouldn't buckle down and do all the wedding planning and budgeting that still remains to be done, because I am fundamentally lazy and prefer to lounge in my pyjamas on the weekends while food is brought to me in plastic takeaway dishes.

On the bright side, all my sane relatives -- the ones that live far away from the fluorescing nuclear core that is most of my family -- have RSVP'd.

Also, make my icons. Yeah.