This guy.

Just read and listen, you'll know why.

....by the gas gods. Seriously, is anyone as sick of gas prices as I am? I am a Wawa gas buyer. You really can't find it cheaper anywhere else (except for BJ's sometimes, but I'm not a member) and still I paid $3.07 yesterday. Obnoxious! I'm sure it's more expensive in places like New York or California, but for my teeny tiny nothing state, this is ridiculous! My total came to $29 and some change, which is a lot compared to the barely $20 I was spending just months ago to fill it. I'm sure those of you driving around monster vehicles look at what I pay and scoff, so maybe I shouldn't complain.

Wait, yes I should!!! You chose that car, and I chose mine, so I CAN be mad about $29!

There, I feel better.

Sheesh! Here I thought it should be at least Saturday. I've done a lot so far this week. (I work a 40 hour week, so take that into account as I tell all of the other wonderful things I've done)

Monday night I cooked dinner. While this may not seem like a big deal to most, it's a pretty big deal for me as I have four siblings and my fiance ate over with us. So yeah, I cooked a meal for 9 people. Go me. Normally, I would have had to do the dishes but the wonderful Luke did them for me so I could work out. For 45 minutes. I guess now is a good time to tell you that I hate working out, so again, not a big deal to most, but a big deal to me.

Last night, we went out to dinner with some friends of ours who are newleyweds (does that 'title' have a bad stigma now?) which wasn't necessarily rough, but considering that I have "more important" things to do, I couldn't really enjoy myself the way I should've been able to.

This morning Luke called me at 5:15 am so I could get up and work out. Normally, he just calls me and once he realizes that I'm awake, hangs up. This, however, was not effective as I would just go back to sleep and not work out. So today, he stayed on the phone with me until I got dressed, used the bathroom, went downstairs and put in the pilates DVD. I guess I was being forced to workout. So I did. I got ready for work, walked out the door and called Luke. I basically had a nervous breakdown on the phone because of all of the pressure I'm receiveing from every corner. People reminding me of all of things that I still have to do for the wedding (mostly my mother) and other people who I've asked to do stuff, that just don't do it. It's really been eating me up because I HATE confrontation so I just bottle it all up until I break down in tears from not being able to handle the pressure anymore. I think I'm sort of ok now. No promises though.

Not to mention the fact that I really haven't had a good night's sleep in months. Also due to wedding horrors. I'll dream about whatever the problem of the day is relating to the wedding. "We still don't have a string quartet!" "Don't forget to order the candy!" "Don't forget to order the music for Randy and Laura's song!" "Remember that this is a wonderful time of your life and to cherish it!" BLAH. BLAH. BLAH.

I actually dream about this crap. It'll wake me up, I'll have a hard time falling back to sleep, and then I'll dream about something else. It's a vicious cycle.

Maybe I'll get some sleep tonight though?