may 10, 2000.

I'm very angry today. (I suppose it has something to do with biology, but then again, I'd like to have one emotion that isn't tied to blood, so let's pretend.) It's just that I'm getting so damn frustrated with the wedding preparations. My brother is a huge source of woe: he refuses to give me an hour to get him outfitted as a groomsman and to top it all off, he's decided to go on tour with a band during the month and a half leading up to the wedding. Miserable brat.

Then there's the bridesmaid dresses. I have some in mind, but I just heard that a girl who ordered from the same place was nearly screwed when the dresses came a month late. I've waited until the last second to accommodate busy bridesmaids, but as of tomorrow, there'll be 100 days left and I don't know if I should risk a late arrival. What if I have 3 perfectly coifed girls at the front of the church wearing whatever they happened to have in their closets? I mean, it's not a disaster of earthquake proportions, but I'm terrified of making the wrong judgement call.

And what's worse, I can never get then on the phone to confer. I'm going nuts here for lack of advice. I ended up calling Froghopper Nook earlier, and got some reasonable advice from Q. He told me stuff that I knew already, which was exactly what I needed. I want to have my opinion confirmed more than anything else.

Tried looking at headpieces today. A washout. I need a haircut so bad that I can't even visualize. Bah. I'm trying to grow my hair faster by a mere act of will. Nothing so far.