Murphy Better Know What He's Doing

What is that thing? That thing with that name… Murphy’s Law? Is that it?

I hope so, otherwise I’m just a tool who doesn’t know what she’s talking about.

I’m going to give it a try because I’m incredibly tired of waiting around anxiously.

I’m waiting for an email reply back with some form of information on a contract to read over and sign. Oh, and waiting to write up a hefty cheque for a deposit. Because you can’t have a wedding without a venue. And you can’t have a wedding, with a venue, without a date.

whatthegeezusgoddamnfuck?

I know. I know.

How and when did that happen?

In due time.

In the meanwhile, a couple days ago I confirmed with the manager of the venue that we’d like to have our wedding ceremony and reception at their club. And after a good month and a half, we (the boyfriend – can’t I just call him that for now? I’m not used to fiancé just yet – and I) finally picked a date. Now I’m just waiting for this so-called contract so that we can fork over OUR SOULS (aka a $1,000 deposit cheque because apparently we swim in money) (we really don’t… FYI).

And now! I’ll wait and see if I receive information on this contract today.

Work with me, Murphy’s Law! Work with me!

Waiting is Never Fun

UUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH.

My gut. My wretched gut. It's turning tricks. Selling its soul to Satan.

In the last few days, I don't know what the hell is up with it. I've got gas coming out of every orifice of my body. It hasn't been pretty.

I'm fairly certain that the fact that I'm waiting for an email reply back on a particular subject isn't helping the situation at all. I was holding back on posting an entry till I got some form of concrete information, but apparently that's not going to happen.

Waiting...

Waiting some more...

G'DAMNIT.