melodramatic even for me, Sarah Heartburn

I wonder why my body feels impelled to make small rocks in profusion and then, just for fun, lodge one in my ureter. I'm tired and irritable. I want a drink and am going to bar now. I probably should not have a drink. But "shouldn't" never stops me.

If I die when the vodka hits my kidney stone it has been nice frothing from the circus at you all.

In wedding news? I am getting nothing done. I am the suckiest b-r-i-d-e ever.

David did all my laundry. Man, I also suck at being a grownup. I bought a tiny stuffed lamb the other day that reminded me of the one I had when I was a teeny kidlet. I've been sleeping with it. What am I? Five? It is utterly weird and seemingly out of character, but I have been clinging to the little thing. Maybe it is the pain? Can I blame the pain? Everything is the pain's fault?

Got anything you want to blame on my kidney stone? Be my guest? Syria? Kidney stone. That's right.