Oh. My. God.

The wedding is now officially 9 days away.

NINE.

Yikes!

My garb isn't finished yet.. although Pat and Callie have never let anyone down, and I
guarantee they won't let us down either.  (Callie's got the next 4 days off work, so I'm
certain the garb will be put together soon.)

Rachel's getting a burgundy silk 15th century Portuguese-ish dress..
I'm getting a dark wool prince charlie jacket and a brownish/orangeish/mustardish plaid wool kilt.

The house deal fell through --  not because we couldn't afford it, or couldn't get the loan.

But because the realtor was a manipulative, pushy bitch.  She pushed us too far with
manipulation, and I won't abide that.  So we walked from the deal.  We're not homeless,
we don't NEED the house.  So we walked. I'd say more, but I'm still in the thick of not-nice-thoughts
about the realtor lady, so I don't feel like delving into the "long" version at the moment.
Suffice to say, I'm very upset because not only do I feel "cheated" out of the house Rachel
and I wanted, but because we feel "cheated" out of time and effort.

I also dropped out of my college course in assembler.  I couldn't afford it, and I couldn't
keep up with it considering I was trying to juggle that with the wedding and then the
house deal (that is now not happening.)

In a lot of ways, I can't wait for the wedding to be over with.  As Rachel said when
we were walking into the courthouse to get the license, "At this point, it's just a formality."
I want things to be over with.  I want to be done and to go back to "normal life."

I feel old.  Mentally.  And Exhausted.  My brain is tired.