I wasn't prepared for my wedding anniversary tonight and feel like crap about it. With my grandfather dying yesterday, running around nuts trying to help my mother with funeral arrangements and airline reservations, and work exploding into chaos where I have to be there late and can't even find the time to pee - I spaced it until yesterday and couldn't really do anything worthwhile to prepare. Maybe I'm the worst wife in the world, or maybe I'm losing it, I don't know, but I do feel like caca. Jim got me a really nice gift and I thought I would just postpone things until the weekend, but I think he's upset. I guess I deserve it.
We got into it (over non-related topics), but the lamb dinner may be shot in the ass. I'm having cognac for dinner at the moment.
Fuck. Somebody kill me. I can't do anything right anymore.