I'm sick. Again. Dammit.
This pollen is gonna force me to move to Alaska. I wanna beat up pollen. Maybe get a restraining order against it or somethin'.
Now is SO not the time to be sick. I guess better now than in a couple weeks. Really though, no time between now and the 16th is a good time to be sick. It's time to start really focusing on all the little details of our Bitches Bash.
It consumes me. Stacy (my hijacked shoes friend) and I are both eating, sleeping and breathing this show. Hopefully after we all meet this weekend we'll be able to get a little help from the other girls. Even then though, will I relax a bit? No, probably not. I'm such a control freak. I've been let down by most of the important people in my life in one way or another so it's hard to depend on all the people you think you should be able to. If you want something done, the best way to make sure it's done and done right is to do it yourself. Right? But then again, a girl should be able to depend on her girls. I guess we'll see in the upcoming weeks!
Such is life. I feel like shit so I'm whining. What? Everybody's entitled to a pity party when they're sick.
No matter what, the show will be a huge success. If half the people show up who've said they are, it's gonna be insane. IN-FREAKIN-SANE.