Sinking into the Depths of Oblivion

So, it's Monday. Again. Darn day just keeps coming back for more. I'm sitting at my desk, frantically trying to stay afloat atop the roiling sea of paper inundating my desk. Blah. I need a paperwork life preserver, or maybe a rubber raft. Yeah, rubber raft! Then I could paddle away from the disaster area that is my desk.

This will be a short week, and I'm very happy about that. See previous post for Reason #1 for the short week. Reason #2 is Will and Saraq's wedding. I can't wait. I get to see Dan and Kim, Dan for the second time since I moved (saw him for 5 minutes in the MSP airport when I flew to Chicago the last time) and Kim for the first time since I moved. I'm terribly excited. And I get to see Marty, and Will and Sara, and hopefully Judy Gleason. I've got my fingers crossed that we're going out for Indian food Friday night.

So as I get excited about seeing everyone, I also run smack up against the wall of inevitability. As much as I don't feel like I'm getting older, as much as I have a hard time picturing everyone outside of college. It's a little easier with Marty, and Will and Saraq, because I've seen them quite a bit since college. But I certainly don't feel old enough to get married, so neither should any of my friends be old enough. I know, I know, real stupid, and totally unrealistic. But that's how I feel. It doesn't help that weddings seem to happen in waves, and I'm riding the crest of a big wedding wave. Still. Enough! No more!

So, here I float in my sea of papers, suffering through the drudgery of the work week, pining for the fjords of my weekend... Please, week, hurry!