So last night I dreamt that I was in this huge court room in my wedding dress and the jury was all of the people that I've forgotten to send invitations to. And the judge was this man, Bill Briley, that used to work for Billy Walker for like a million years and I've known my whole life and he retired about 5 years ago. Yeah, I hadn't even REMEMBERED that I had forgotten him, but he was looking at me over the top of his glasses (like he always did in real life) shaking his head slowing with a big hammer thing in his hand.

What do yall think this means?!?!

I still have 19 days left of this torturous anxiety.

Paxil, take me away!