am taking a break

...from my 3-day study sesh. This summer school class has left me drained and tired. The stress reader is over the top and I am more than ready for a break. One more final, one more paper, then I can breath again. And scrub the toilets. And paint my toenails. And go grocery shopping. And trim my hair. And pick up my wedding dress. And do other little wedding details. And call my friends to ask their forgiveness for my negligence lately. And hopefully even shave my legs (debatable). And, and, and...

Those who know me will be very proud, though. Instead of starting my next class a week from tomorrow, I decided to drop it. I have never dropped a class from my 18-unit semesters and 16-unit quarters in undergrad (now 13-unit semesters in grad), but this was a must. I need to take care of myself physically, spiritually, emotionally before I enter into this marriage. Who wants a tired, stressed out bride? Not Danny. Or my wedding party. Or my mom. Or me. No more dry bones, please. I just want to be a tree by the stream. Just the thought of having more time to exercise and finish the wedding planning and read for fun and (ahem) shave my legs makes me one happy girl.

So excuse me this next week as I wrap things up in the school area for the next 2 months. 2 months. Oh, man...