Feeling: nostalgic, but not really
Listening to: Placebo - Twentieth Century Boy
Reading/Watching: Mansfield Park

Today marks exactly a year since the cyst.

If someone had told me on that day that I'd be spending the first anniversary of it living in a pretty apartment with my future husband, I would've... well, I probably would have believed that person, but I also would have been so relieved to hear that by today, I would be unable to really remember exactly how painful the whole agony/hospital/surgery/jagged-purple-smile thing was (because that day was not a comfortable one).

Which means that someday, when I'm going through labor pains, I won't be able to accurately compare whether the cyst actually did hurt as much. So I can be just as big of a baby about it. Whee. (Yes, this is what I've been thinking about today. I am an odd person.)

On that note, I really really should finish addressing these invitations. The wedding is coming up quick like whoa.

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