You know that place where there is WAY too much to do, but you would just rather not...I live there.
Between work, planning a wedding and just plain life stuff, my time is more than spoken for.
But last night, instead of cutting out tiny paper flowers for my invitations or the millions of other diy-diculous things I have put on my plate, I napped...kinda right straight until morning.
Don't even get me started on stupid crap like taxes. Who has the time and energy for that nonsense?
I suppose I should just suck it up because everyone else has the same crap to do. But I'm pretty convinced that my brand of crap is particularly crappy.