It took me all of one second to want to leave work after I walked in. It was a real treat to be greeted with a hissy fit- "Someone stole my f-ing lightbulb."

It is only 19 days till the wedding and it makes me a lot excited and a little sad. I cannot believe it is happening. I am not ready.

I'm ready, but in a sense I am not. I wanted to have a break- take a breather. I wanted to "be in shape." I wanted to look and feel my best.

But right now I feel very out of sorts.

I hate my job. I hate hate hate it. I am going to go cry about it.