this post is full of complaining. you have been warned.

This weekend, suffice to say, was not one for the books.

It wasn't horrible by any means. It was fun, a lot of fun actually. It included funk music in the park, while drinking champange and having barefoot dance-offs. Hanging out with S while she's hopped up on Darvocet and verbally abusing Costco employees. Then subsequently locking her purse and keys in the trunk. Upside? I got to use my AAA membership for the first time, and it wasn't in a situation where my life felt threatened. Oh, and I was introduced to what I now believe to be one of the greatest shows ever created, Deadwood. Seriously, two episodes in and I am HOOKED. My vocabulary however, is worse than it ever has been. And I didn't think that was possible.

But I didn't get anything done that I really needed to, unless you count spending 3 hours in Forever 21 trying to find a black and white dress that a) wasn't patterned and b)didn't completely scream SKANK as being productive. 3 hours it took me to find a dress that matched that very specific criteria and THEN, they don't have my size. Of course they wouldn't because that would just be too easy. So what's a girl to do?

I buy the size smaller than what I usually wear, and just vow not to eat for a week and not breathe the day that I have to wear it. Because, you know, not sleeping plus not eating plus enough anxiety to kill about 100 people is the perfect equation for a lovely vacation.

Oh, vacation. Speaking of the thing that's happening in oh, about 35 hours and I have not yet done one single thing for. Not one. I guess maybe because the more I put off preparing, the less I thought about it. The less I stressed about it. Oh wait, until it's the night before and I realize I have done NOTHING. And then the anxiety shoots up through the roof trying to get everything done and then I have a heart attack and die.

Following through with my preparation, has never quite been a strong point of mine.

So tonight, I have to do laundry. Fold. Pack. Clean. Download movies onto my iPod. See my Grandma. Fix a purse that I want to take with me. Squeeze in a trip to Target. Did I mention I'm running on about oh, 11 hours of sleep in the last 72 hours?

At least that means I'll probably get everthing on my list done!

Psssh, and people say that I'm a pessimist? Please.