Hil, I'm probably going to sneak out tomorrow during work and go to Trader Joes, do you need me to take you?

Thanks for the offer. I'll see how I'm feeling tomorrow, I think. The CVS is just around the corner, and I think the amount of walking I need to do inside, to get from my apartment to the front door of the building, and to get from the entrance of CVS to the pharmacy counter, is probably about as much as the distance I'd need to walk outside. At least it's better than the new CVS at 2000 Penn, which has all the grocery type stuff on the first floor and the pharmacy stuff (the pharmacy counter, but also the OTC drugs and the shampoos and soaps and stuff) on the second floor, and getting to the second floor without stairs requires zig-zagging all over the building to get to the right doors and elevators.

Hil, take the ride to the grocery store. I would.

Heh. I give myself credit for not saying fuck while being stuck repeatedly with needles today.

Oh, I say fuck all day. I just try to avoid the directional cursing. Though in fact none of the people chapping my ass today were work people.

Not going to respond to the text message from one of the fuckos.

I love you people. I am going to take a shower and go to bed. Fucker better not show up at my house, I am not answering the door.

Hil, sorry about your ankle.

In more fun news, I've been practicing my hair and makeup for the 80's prom theme of the ruggers this weekend. Kind of at a loss with the hair. Tried spiking it but it's too long and looks funny. OTOH, it is much like Watt's hair in Some Kind of Wonderful, so maybe I'll just plop a tiara on top and call it good. Any ideas?

Okay, Hil, you have my cell, right? I'll probably be leaving around 10:30 or so. I would offer to just pick it up for you, but I suspect that they wouldn't give me your vicodin :)

Thanks, Vortex. And it looks like I might have to go into my office tomorrow, anyway -- my advisor is being a passive-aggressive ass and there are some things I might need to smooth over.

(Example of advisor ass-hattery in my lj, under friends lock. This one really couldn't be explained without quoting, and quoting on a public forum seemed like not a great idea.)

OMG, smonster, he should GREASE YOUR WINDOW so he could CRAWL IN YOUR BEDROOM and WATCH YOU SLEEP!

Cause that would be SOOOO romantic, OMGOMG!

I do not want to dye my hair tonight. But I have no time to dye it tomorrow.

Ok, I started this message two hours ago. Definitely not dyeing my hair tonight. Will work out some way to dye it tomorrow, as I need to shower tomorrow anyway. (My shower at home? I can't turn the water off all the way without Dan. Le suck..)

Ok, for some reason I can't get the shoe link to cut and paste. (Forgive me, please for the MEMEMEME, but I am GETTING MARRIED TOMORROW OMG WHEN I THOUGHT I WAS GETTING MARRIED IN 4 MONTHS AND I DID IT ALL IN A WEEK OMG breathe, fool...)

Ok, shoes: Kelly and Katie's Romeo Silver Platform Heels in Silver. At DSW. Feet will KILL. But they're hot. And were $30.

Bouquet and boutonierre: $30. Bouquet is white hydrangea, violet stock and blumeria (greenery) whapped together with silver satin ribbon. Dan's flower is just a simple white rose.

Nails. Violety silver. OPI.

Rings: We got placeholder rings from Macy's till we can play for the sparkly ones. Simple silver bands.

I got the license today, and the little gazebo in front of the courthouse that the judge suggested is supercute, and surrounded by dogwoods bursting with bloomage.

Holy shit, I'm getting married tomorrow. WTFF?! Someone is making an honest woman of me! BWAHAHAHA.

Oh, god, I can eat SALT tomorrow. Thank you, Jesus, and really ugly girdle from Target.

Ok, who's got a Valium?

Holy shit, Erin, YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED TOMORROW!!!!!

I got the license today, and the little gazebo in front of the courthouse that the judge suggested is supercute, and surrounded by dogwoods bursting with bloomage.

I can not imagine a lovelier setting with a YEAR of planning.