You Can't Write This Stuff

I'm watching an episode of Ghost Hunters where they go to an insane asylum. Steve and Tango, while investigating a ward, had the most incredible exchange of dialog. All of it was delivered with the kind of earnestness that only Steve and Tango can achieve:

Steve: This is a mentally challenged ward. A guy ate his own bed.
Tango: What?
Steve: He ate his bed. His whole bed! Springs, the whole thing.
Tango: Was he French?
Steve: Mattress—What does that have to do with eating a bed?
Tango: A lot.
Steve: French people eat furniture?
Tango: No, there was a famous French guy who ate bicycles for a living.
Steve: He ate bicycles?
Tango: Yeah, he loved the oily parts the best.

I'm Okay

I can be pretty melodramatic. Still feel crappy, but doing okay. Going to the braindoc tomorrow so we'll see what new developments there are after the appointment.

Something's Gotta Give

Overwhelmed by everything, offended by everything, upset by everything; inspired by nothing, motivated by nothing, distracted by nothing; always tired, always cold, always uncomfortable.

This isn't depression. I'm not unhappy. In fact, when I can muster the energy to be excited I'm more than content. This is insidious lethargy. All my reactions are wrong, when I react at all. All I want is more sleep, more comfort food, more time away. Can't focus, can't remember. It takes effort to create a facial expression, a tone of voice.

Last night I dreamt that I was falling behind in classes because I couldn't remember the things I'd studied, couldn't concentrate on what we were learning. It was indescribably terrifying.

I need a different medication.

The Time Traveler's Wife

I'm still just not sure about Eric Bana as Henry DeTamble. But of course I'm still going to see the movie, so I guess I'll find out on August 14!

Wedding Version 1.1

I've tried on the gown, it's perfect, and we're going forward and having the dressmaker do a new-and-improved version of that prototype. I've already put down the first half (as required to ensure they don't work hard for nothing), so it's official! I am going to have a beautiful custom-made gown that cost an arm and a leg. Wow!

Date: Saturday, April 10, 2010
Church: St. John's Episcopal Church in Olympia
Reception venue: The Heritage Room (what I was formerly calling Water Street Cafe)
Colors: Black, white, and silver
Guest estimate: 100
Honeymoon: The Lodge at Koele on Lana'i
Dress: Custom-made gown from Sylphide Designs
Flowers: Black and white miniature calla lilies

Done Moping (For Now)

After much discussion and checking of schedules, our new tentative date is April 10, just two weeks after our original date and a week after Easter. It seems to be fine with the church, though I'm waiting for confirmation so I can book it with their wedding coordinator. I feel much better now. My sister has that Wednesday off so she can easily come out for three days, my mom has a day off the Friday before, so she could come out for a whole week, and my dad says he can take at least one, if not two class days off without too much trouble, so he can be there at least as long as my sister can. I think that would work out rather nicely.

In other wedding news, the dress woman called me back, and today I'm going to make an appointment for Wren and me to go over and look at the dress, maybe try it on if it's not way too big. The quote the woman gave me was over $1000, which has overwhelmed me, but I guess wedding dresses are unreasonably expensive by nature, and this one is a unique design that would be custom-made for me. We'll see if I end up giving in once I try it on and it looks amazing.