I am getting married in 26 days.
And in my dreams, I look like Blake Lively. I may or may not have a gigantic girl crush on her. And said crush is how I justify my Gossip Girl obsession. Inside every intelligent, med-student, about-to-be-married woman lies a 15-year-old girl. It's okay.
So, blog-followers, I must say, engagement was great for the first couple of months...but of late, it's kind of starting to blow. I don't know (and, incidentally, will NEVER know, as this is my only shot at this) whether this is just something people go through, or if it's because I literally never see my fiance. He's on his surgery rotation and all he does is eat and sleep when he's not in the hospital. Last week, I spent maybe 1.5 hours of total contact with him, either on the phone or in person. It was ridiculous. And sad.
I miss my fiance. (Note: when you read the word "fiance", you should read it like I'm saying it...fee-ohns, not fee-on-say. It's fun.) I can't keep up with his life these days since we're hardly talking. I feel like I don't know him anymore. In a small sense, of course. Not a good way to get ready to get married.
I know how the surgery rotation thing goes. It sucks. He's SO not at fault here. But still, it's a shitty situation. And I'm bummed. So today I cleaned my house and am about to do my laundry. When in distress, I nest.
Maybe we'll have time to catch up on that loooong flight to Italy. I hope so.