I would preface this entry by saying I’m a neurotic freak, but if you’re a regular reader, you already know that. Right?
So in a little over a month, one of my very closest friends is getting married. This is very exciting, because she and her fiance are fabulous people, and oh so cute together, and they both deserve all the happiness in the world. Of course I want to do everything I can to make her wedding great, so when she called and asked me if she could store her dress at my house until the wedding, as her house is packed with other stuff, I said of course. I mean, I have closet space. So last night, she brought it over, along with her veil, and it’s gorgeous, and now hanging safely in my upstairs guest room closet. Where I am SURE, in my logical brain, that it will stay, in that same exact way, until she comes to collect it.
Except that what if something happens? What if, say, a pipe bursts and the dress gets wet? Or my closet catches on fire due to some weird wiring issue? Or some rogue raccoon creeps in through a duct, and—-
—and this is the EXACT reason that it stinks you can’t take Xanax when you’re pregnant. I mean, I hear that all pregnant women are anxious, it’s just part of it. But as someone who ALREADY has a healthy amount of neurosis, I feel that I’m now dealing with my default setting PLUS another hearty helping, and sometimes, it’s just too much. I mean, normal people don’t worry about stuff like this. Do they? I have no idea, as I know about as much about being normal as I do about, say, being Czechoslovakian. But this is a big deal! It’s a wedding dress! The culmination of someone’s hopes and dreams! However, short of checking on it on an hourly basis—which you just know would CAUSE something to happen to it, rather than prevent it—there’s not much I can do, other than just acknowledge that I’m being irrational. Which, really, is nothing new.
*reads over entry so far*
You know, I really should delete this. I come across like a crazy person. But again, to regular readers: not news. Sigh.
Lastly, I have to say this: Gilmore Girls was so, so good last night. Like, season-before-last good. And last week’s episode was impressive as well. I know it hasn’t been the easiest year for us loyal fans, but thank goodness they seem to be making it up to us now. That last scene made me happy, happy, happy, and I’m excited for next week. Idol, on the other hand, left me feeling kind of flat. In fact, these days I’m more into the awesome EW recaps than the show itself. Oh, well, I guess it’s all balance of the TV universe: one show loses me, another pulls me in deeper. Plus, next week, Veronica Mars returns. YESSSSS! It almost enough to make me stop worrying. Almost.