I have a cold. My co-workers moved my clients around today so I could go home... seems like a nice thing to do, but it was really because they fear my germs. I don't blame them, I'm a snotty mess.

There's nothing good on TV. I can't really smell or taste anything. My dogs have only two extreme personalities today: comforting, snuggly creatures or obnoxious compulsive barkers... they go between them rather abrubtly so I've been a little jumpy today.

My refridgerator is making a strange humming sound and it's driving me batty. I looked at old bikini photos of myself and I feel fat and unattractive.

I'm so sick of planning my wedding. I'm sick of talking about my wedding. I'm sick of being obsessed with my damn wedding.

I just want some Gatorade and a hug.

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch.

Thank you, I feel a little better now.