Give me the Italian waffle

I ate an Italian waffle plate for lunch. Waffle + chocolate ice cream + a shot of espresso. It rocked my afternoon. But now, I want a nap.

I've been trying to find a suitable "elopement" dress. Although, I guess we're technically not eloping as Mike broke down and convinced me to invite our immediate family members. My dad is super jazzed. Not sure about the rest of the fam (no response from sister; mom claims she will be on safari). Guess that might be due in part to the ceremony being scheduled for a Tuesday night. Oh well. I guess I'm just following tradition of not doing things the right way.

At any rate, I can't wait to get to Santa Fe. I'm ready for a vacation. I haven't taken a real summer vacation (more than 3 days) since I was in college and actually had a summer break. Geez, six years of no vacation! That's so ridiculous! Sometimes I really dislike living in a country that thinks overworking means working normal hours.

Not much else going on. Spring is coming!

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I used to be smarter. Seriously. I used to feel like I was smart. Now I spend most days feeling like a blundering idiot.

Then there are times, particularly at work, where I am required to address something that is borderline ridiculous. Although I try not to act like an idiot, because I do not enjoy the feeling of having sub-par intelligence, I often find myself desiring to respond in gibberish.

uh oh

Somebody sent our office the biggest cookie bouquet I've ever seen. Bigger than the one my sister sent to my sorority during college rush so they would let me join.

I need some water, but I have to walk by the cookie festival to get some. Ah!