close as close can be

So after a while of camping out on Wordpress, changing my theme every few days in a manner that can only be described as OCD, and never satisfied with the results... after a while of realising I will never be satisfied with a blog with which I have no control over its stylesheet/CSS, I've decided to move back here. Yeah. I know. I decided not to say anything about this move because people would kill me, and I'm fine with no one reading what I write.

I want to document a strange dream I had last night. I dreamt that I was getting married—or in the process of doing so, anyway. I woke up one morning and remembered I was getting married that day. Suddenly, it's fifteen minutes (or a short time) until the ceremony and I have no make-up done, I don't know where my dress is, and my bridesmaids are either gone or drunk and I have no idea what's going on. I remember I kept on thinking I have more time, it's no problem...

I don't know, or don't remember, who the groom was. Someone from high school, probably? I remember I was on the verge of tears because I really wasn't sure whether or not I wanted to marry him. I decided to go through with it for the sole reason that my parents paid a fortune for the wedding and I didn't want the money to go to waste.

The dream can be interpreted in a variety of ways. My bad procrastination habits are highlighted in my failure to be ready fifteen minutes prior to the ceremony. Being unsure about the groom highlights my fear of commitment.

I woke up with one of those "wtf" meme faces.