I can’t breathe, and I have an alien gargling in my nose,
but hey, I still managed to reserve a moving truck,
order lights for the reception,
change my haircut appointment,
pack the last of my books,
and reserve a block of hotel rooms for the wedding.
Oh, and I managed to glue approximately 5.1 gazillion rhinestones
onto my Halloween costume.
Sick bitches get shit DONE, y’all.
Or something like that.