Last night I was rushed to the hospital with a debilitating migraine. They gave me a shot and a pill and said I should see a neurologist and start treatment. They also told me to take some pills this week that have me fuzzy, so if I make little sense blame those.
I won’t be writing with the fuzziness (this post alone is taking me forever), which makes me sad.
Talk about writing, I’m waiting for the proof copy of Passionate to be delivered to me any day now. If it’s okay, Passionate will be available on paperback from Amazon. For those who’ve asked where they can get it if they don’t have Kindle, it’s also available from Smashwords, in several e-versions here.
Wedding-wise, I still haven’t met with the photographer–bad Sotia–and haven’t done anything for the licenses, but should do it this week. Everything else is more or less settled, although the caterer I’ve signed with let the woman in charge of my wedding go, and I don’t know if everything will be the way I’ve planned it. Also, I’ll be getting the invitations this week. Keep your fingers crossed that they’re the ones I asked for.
The apartment we’re fixing up now has a kitchen. The bathroom tiles have yet to come from Italy, and until they’re in, we can’t paint or furnish it. I’m hoping they’ll be done with everything by the end of May, so I can turn it into a home by the time My Love moves here, end of June.
Other than the wedding, I’m really psyched about going to Hallowhedon again this year (yes, I’m a nerd), and this time with My Love. I feel completely stupid that I recently spent hours online looking for what to wear at it. I know I still have months to go, but I think it’s a good diversion from panicking over the wedding stuff. (because what can be more relaxing that spending money on corsets and tutus for the burlesque night, right??)
Oh, and if my sis insists on not looking for her keys, but staying out late and waking me up to let her in, I may become an only child again!