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august 11, 2000. My bachlorette party is slowly decomposing. The maid of honour has mono. Morgan has her child this weekend. Little Spider is broke - not only has the wedding wiped out her pay cheque, but she's also paying for her boyfriend's new car. What do you say to any of that? It's too cosmic, too big to be sullen about.
Still, somebody owes me large for this. I'm putting my money on Fate. Yeah, Fate owes me big time.
Today my mother & I tied up all ends, dotted all i's and put the baby to bed. The only thing I have left to do before the big day is write out place cards, get my hair dyed and confirm everybody's presence. I can't believe that my wedding is only 8 days away. Holy cow! It's one thing to say, "we can do that the week before" when the whole party's still 8 months away. It's a week away! Again I say: holy cow.
I have to run. I'm meeting Dav & Stacy in 3 1/2 hours and I don't have all that much to say about today anyhow. I'm sleepy and I wish that every time I get tired, it didn't fill me with the dread of impending mono.
Right. To it, then.
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