"The body is willing but the brain is weak."
There are 2 days until the wedding.
Today was spent in run-around-like-chicken-with-head-cut-off mode. Liturgies, hand-outs, wedding party gifts, champagne purchases, hair stylist rehearsals, homework, CD playlists for the ceremony and reception, and a 2-in-1 bridal/bachelor party for Mel & I thrown by our Toronto-based friends.
Happily that last one was exactly what I needed: something to unwind and momentarily forget about...well, everything else. This is what good friends are all about. That, and giving you alibis and spare shovels when you need to start hiding bodies. Tonight's fesitivies made me forget about the stress, the seemingly endless details to be work on, and more than anything, that damned Japanese language program built into my uncle's computer.
Work on the hand-out was halted when I found myself engaged in battle against said language program. The declaration of war was made as I type out a rough draft of the hand-out for the wedding ceremony, only to discover that my words were turning into nonsensical
hiragana characters. I wish I could say I won. Alas, the Japanese language program defeated me, and I was left having absolutely no idea how the hell to type in English again.
My uncle showed me about an hour ago how to turn off that program. All it took was 2 clicks on the right icon, and the problem was solved. You've won this round, language program, but next time victory shall be mine. Oh yes, it shall be mine....
Today's Thought: did I ever tell you how tired and incoherent I am?
posted by Phillip at 10:58 PM
Five To Midnight
It's been one of
those days. Not a "sometimes the bear eats you" day. Not an "I sat next to you on the bus" day. Not even a "the wolves are coming out of the walls!" day. It's simply been one of
those days.
It was all preceded by a "body of a limp, dead noodle" night, where I discovered that I could have passed for a large Raggedy Andy doll, red yarn hair and poufish uniform not withstanding. My fiancee can attest to my seemingly boneless state, and how it was fun to roll me across the bed.
But enough about yesterday. Today began with potential...what that potential might have been for, I don't exactly know, but it seemed rather ominous if you ask me. I dragged myself out of bed--which wasn't exactly much of an effort since I woke up to discover that Mel had rolled herself up in the covers, leaving me nothing to curl up underneath. I has to quickly shower since the apartment complex was shutting down the water for most of day to do some repairs. This was just as well, since there were (and to an extent still are) scads of wedding details to continue sorting out.
And then I went to work, and opened the wrong store.
It's not like I went to an HMV and tried to open it instead of opening my Bentley store. When your job has you bouncing between a store and a kiosk, sometimes it gets hard to recall where you're supposed to wind up. I had marked myself down as opening the Bentley store. The manager of the Bentley store who showed up a few minutes later assured me that she was doing the opening.
But at least her cash float had already been nicely counted by me, which saved her some tedious work. I'd like to think that I open the wrong stores because I care. I'm also thinking that none of you are buying this attempt to save my ass from further embarrassment.
The evening has consisted of running around, packing, more running around, driving to Toronto, and realizing that have a whole bottle of Vanilla Coke at the start of a car trip that won't see any immediate bathroom breaks is not really a good idea.
I shall sleep now. Sleep is good.
Today has been long. Tomorrow gets even longer. Ideally I can survive. I'm sure I will; I just need to speak softly and carry a large tazer.
Today's Lesson: if you ever want to indulge your masochistic side, plan a wedding.
posted by Phillip at 9:24 PM
