Wednesday, June 20, 2007
( 3:30 AM ) teahouse
Especially at 3:30 a.m., when I know I have to get up and commute to work in 3 hours, and all I can think about are the thoughts that are jumbled in my head, flashing by so fast that they're in run-on sentences.
Like how we have to figure out a wedding budget and my apartment is so messy and I need to do dishes and when are we going to schedule those tastings at the potential reception sites and did the Boy find takers for his extra two Mets tickets and did I write back to the law student who emailed asking me for career advice and where is my flute and did I send that letter to the condo board with proof of homeowner's insurance and did I mail out my student loan payment this month and what date was my jury summons for and when is my next oil change due on my car and do I have enough clean tae kwon do uniforms to get me through this week without doing laundry and is the milk in my refrigerator expired yet and did I call back the guy from Marketing who asked me that legal question last week and where did I put that reimbursement check from the insurance company and it's time to buy new trash bags and how long has it been since I had the air conditioner filters replaced and have I called the priest to talk about premarital counseling and do I need to replace 4 incandescent light bulbs with compact fluorescents like the environmentalists said and have I dry cleaned the dress I need to wear to that law event this weekend and which level of the parking garage did I park my car on yesterday?
Whew. I'm tired now. #