I think this’ll be the last chance I get to write something before the Milestone Weekend commences, so here I am. I have found a sliver of free time in between the music compiation task and laundry. Eureka!
Oh, if you could only see Renton right now. He is all stretched out on the Elf Bed, eyes shut and looking incredibly peaceful. At first glance you’d think he was dead, the way he is laying. Another oddity about him is his choice of sitting and sleeping positions. It makes for amusing photos.
I’ve no idea why, but I feel so . . . peaceful. One would think I was running around into walls for all the anxiety that should be on my shoulders, but no, I’m sitting calmly, listening to the reception music CDs for potential mistakes and musing over a sleeping Renton. Where are the nerves, the last-minute glitches, the lack of appetite?? Not that I’m complaining, mind. Well, it would be nice not to have an appetite for a while, but other than that, all is well. Which can make one nervous in and of itself, cause it could very well mean that I’m missing something; I’m not properly nervous enough. But then I remember the immortal words from the Matrix, who took it from some other philosopher before that: ignorance is bliss.
But why would I think that, that’s crazy, don’t I want to make sure every little insignificant detail is all worked out three times over, so I can be happy and “my day” won’t be ruined? Hmm, yeah, I don’t wanna worry about all that stuff. As long as I’m there, Steven’s there, I’m clothed, and there’s a dude there to marry us, I’m content. Flabbergasted, but content.
Aaaack, now how come this blue wrapping paper doesn’t exactly match the bridesmaid’s dresses?!?!
*I did set up an entry to post on the 23rd, though I should still be in Charleston. Oh, I am such a crafty Carrie! Don’t freak out, I was a bit melancholy when I wrote it.