Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Working my way through the last of the details now. It'd probably be easier if I could breathe, but I'm getting there. I'm fighting a monster cold plus ear infection, and a monster bout of apathy. There are things that have GOT to be done and I don't even have the energy to raise my hands above my head to brush my hair. I spoke seriously to FF about the possibility of hiring four buff guys and a litter, to carry me down the aisle Cleopatra-style, cos at this stage, I'm not sure I can walk that far, let alone stand unaided and remember my vows. I'm thinking a generic chorus of "what he said" is as close as I'm gonna get to meaningful promises. I hate being sick.
Posted by Kjirsten at 4:19 PM