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30 Days of Torture and 10 Days of Slavehood Big D A week from tomorrow is the day I leave for Dallas for my best friend's wedding. My first time back since I left 2-1/2 years ago. I'll be there for 10 days and can't wait to see everyone. I'm also my bud's best man, which I thought was an honor when I accepted. Course now, after doing a little research, I'm finding that it's tantamount to being named Executive Errand Boy. All the running around, picking up things, phone calls to make, parties to plan, sheep to shear...OK, sorry, that's left over from my odd dream last night. How's a guy supposed to fit any Guinness drinking at the pub with all that stuff to do? PLUS I have to pay for my own tuxedo rental, which is nearly $100. AND I have to come up with a speech to give at the reception, which I hadn't even thought about till NanoGirl reminded me. (And yeah, that's a terrifying thought I'll live with for the next few weeks.) So thanks a lot, pal. See if I don't reciprocate when it's MY turn. Night Night I'm exhausted. Try as I might, I can't seem to sleep later than 7:15am, no matter how late I stay up. I'm just not sleeping well the last couple of weeks. In fact, I may go back to bed shortly. In fact...I think I will. Post a comment in response: |
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