wedding blues....with a lot of alcohol...solves anything

ok....so it is now about 2:00am. I have to wake up at 8am yet why am I still up...this is the kind of question I ask myself everday. Why do I feel as if i need to deprive myself of sleep every night. Am I really going to miss being involved in something that happens in my house as I sit in front of the computer...alone.....NO. Am I going to receive some sort of important phone call that is going to change the course of my life.....NO. So why do I find myself waiting until I can no longer hold my eye lids open that I let myself go to bed....I have no idea. It's all something I'm still trying to figure out.....either I'm just that weird, I have some Freudian-like fear about what happens during my sleep, or I am some sort of satomasochistic ( I don't think I spelt that correctly) weirdo who likes to torture myself. Well, it could be any of the three...I guess we'll have to wait to find out about that one....especially since I'm going to be going to sleep within the next 10 minutes....that is of course after I wash my face, brush my teeth, tone, moisturize....and anything else I can do to prolong this sleeping "habbit".

I just came home from a wedding and as I write this I'm somewhat buzzing....explains a lot doesn't it!?! There is one thing I must mention before ending this drunken slur.....I have realized how much of the typical female I actually am....I hate weddings, yet love them at the same time. They can be fun, there's free booze (always always a bonus), you get to dress up (which, since it is more than just jeans or track pants is something new and unique for me), yet you are reminded of how alone you are as you are made to stand in this group of screaming, shovy women push their way into the path of the flying ball of flowers. Yes, the bouquet talk. I stay away from it as much as I can.....I don't want to be the bouquet groupie who is dealing with the rocks stars brother.

I did not feel like eating anything from the sweet table...but as you sit there...drinking of course....thinking about the work "alone" you can't help but want to shovel a piece of cake (at least) into your mouth....mmmm cake.

OK well i have no idea what I'm writing anymore since my eyes are no longer focusing!!!