Headaches = Ouch.

Yeah, that's an understatement.
It's ridiculous.
I have a daily ritual of having headaches.
It's pretty bad.
But oh well.

Minus that, life is pretty good.
Wes is right beside me watching ESPN.
Oh how we both love ESPN.
Tomorrow, we're going out after work to meet with the Wedding Planner.
And no, not J-Lo.

And next week, I'm taking a field trip.
Jesse, Derek, Wes, Kira, Devon, Jack and I are going out to the bridal shop and tux place.
We're going to get all of our attire straight for mine and Wes's wedding.
Even though its not gonna be until September.
We kind of just want to go ahead and get that done.
I'm wearing white, I know that.
Wes is wearing a black tux.
My bridesmaids are wearing a lavender-ish color.
Same for Wes's groomsmen.
Well, they're wearing black tuxes with lavender-ish vests and ties and whatnot.
And my mom and dad are too.
And who cares about Wes's mom?
She probably won't even be there.
And I don't care.
And I don't think Wes does either.
But then again, I think it bothers him, but he won't admit it.
He'll never admit it.

Well, I'm going to go work on some Pre-Calculus.
Because I have reduced my intelligence from practicing law to studying for this stupid class.
Geeze, why I have to take this dumb class to verify my degree, I'll never know.
But no matter, I've done it before, I can do it again.
If I could do it in high school, what's different from now?

Goodbye, Loverlies.