Stop the world; I want to have a break

Sheesh, where to start. I've moved my events this week (including a dress fitting, picking up wedding rings, supper with a mate, dentist, shopping for a bikini, and now a job interview and consequently a huge amount of preparation) so many times in order to maximise the amount of time I can spend actually doing my (paid by the hour) temp job, that I'm all confused as to what day it is. Today I was supposed to be getting rings (now doing that on way through town tomorrow evening) and getting a dress fitting (which is now on Friday - right before my interview the other end of town). I've moved everything once, and did this before the interview cropped up, which means I'm not going to be able to get to work on Friday. This is a pain but I've told myself I can't move any more junk around, in case people start hating me. Plus I have one of those old fashioned diaries (the ones you can operate in a power cut) so I'm running out of space and the arrows are starting to get me a tad confused. Still, as it's Wednesday today (right?) I've only got two more days before I can drop all the balls and relax [at synagogue]...

This evening I've got various things to do. Not least, clean the en-suite, write a couple of thankyou notes, bone up on the firm where I have my interview on Friday, finalise timings of various things during our wedding, carpet shampoo the flooded carpet (which is now smelling and Mr W thinks will require replacing) and amend and return the proposal from the florist.

And I've just eaten a yoghurt which has a "best before date" of 6 November 2006. If I'd left it in the fridge, I could have safely eaten it after the wedding. That really brought home how little time we have left...