time is running backwards, and so is the bride.

i just spent the ENTIRE day sitting around in my favorite pants with the huge hole in the booty which i now only wear to bed and during the day on days like this day, of which there are very few.

translation: i don't remember the last time i sat around ALL DAY! it felt so good! i worked on my sister's puzzle, listened to irish music which turned into folk/rock at noon, which turned into american indian rock at 1pm, which turned into afro-carribean music at 2, drank tea, and texted people. now i get to walk to work, at which i shovel horse shit in the rain, then walk home. whoo hoo. hold me back. but then my fam is meeting up with Luke Hat's fam...maybe today he'll notice i exist. ok, i know Luke Hat acknowledges my existance, alas! acknowledgment is about as far as it gets. ah well, i'm moving in a week anyhoo.

the mystery is solved. i talked to Meg today, and i am indeed invited to her wedding. there were a few weeks of awkward uncertainty--between the day i realized i hadn't received an invitation and today--but no more. now i just have to figure out if i can really afford to go. i'm heading that way no matter what, but...? what to do? work another week, or share her joy? argh.