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05.10.02 :: 1:37 pm I'm counting the hours. This place is a morgue. Had a very informative lunch with my mother in which I was told that if my father is going to be invited to the wedding, then he has to walk me down the aisle. I don't have a problem with this. I don't think. I mean, it's no big deal, the man is my father, and I'm not about to make a fuss about a ceremony steeped in tradition. Tomorrow, I get to actually see if my health-conscious eating has paid off when I try on the dress. I'm hoping that, closer to the actual wedding, my nervousness make me not want to eat like such a beast. Today is a day for Central Park and iced coffee. All day, all day, all day. |