I couldn't sleep past 5 a.m. this morning agin. Although I went to sleep at about 11 last night, which helps, I suppose. I just can't get my brain to stop! So many unanswered questions. I keep trying to chant the "I surrender..." thing to myself, but I don't think my brain is accepting that suggestion, for some reason.
I need to figure out what the hell I'm going to do on Saturday. (Been invited to a wedding, returned the card saying 2 would be attending, etc, etc...) I'm seriously considering pulling a fake sick routine, and sending an apology and my present in the mail to the bride. I bought a dress that zips up the back, and it's cute as hell! But I can't reach the zipper to zip it up. And it, of course, has to be one of those zippers that is difficult to zip in the first place, but then trying to zip it up past DD breasts is nearly impossible on my own. Ok, actually, it IS impossible on my own...I can't get the damned thing to zip up. And I have no choice but to either try to find another dress by Saturday, beg the ex to please, please come and help me into the dress and escort me to the wedding, or to just not go to the wedding at all. It's a 7 p.m. reception that I've been invited to, so I'm pretty much screwed...obviously the thing is a dressy occassion (any reception at 6 p.m. is considered black tie optional in the world I come from...), and using a fun sun dress is not an option. They're the ones that my boobs fit into, though! Gah!
I might have to get creative. Which scares me. Time is running short, though! So, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. I guess. *sigh*