You will have fun or I'll cut you! I swear to GOD! or Things that make my eye twitch

So. My job. Part if it is I am in charge of planning a party for which there is no money, I never wanted to plan, no one wants to attend and none of the invitees like each other. Surprisingly enough it is not going well. No one is RSVPing. What? Cancel the party? No can do. The restaurant is already reserved. It would cost more money than we have to cancel the party. Why are we having such an unpopular party? I have NO idea. . I was told I was told "The invitees will probably all respond the week of the party." No good. The restaurant needs our numbers the week BEFORE the party. If they respond the week OF the party I have to tell them that they can't come... Stress and dry, inside, winter air is giving me mini-nosebleeds. Do you know what I am talking about? No blood comes OUT your nose it all just mixes with goobers and crusts up in there until when you blow your noes it looks like you were recently punched in the face.
The coffee maker is empty. The stupid woman who is doing the mail today is ... well, stupid. The Packers are 2-9 with Farvre the interception machine. I am getting married in 13 months and still have no real idea what I want my dress to look like. I am moving in a month and still haven't really packed. Recent days have found me unable to find that sweet spot between too much sleep and not enough. Insomnia. Once upon a time I was able to happily fill long work hours telling myself little stories (of romance, intrigue and survival) my imagination seems to have abandoned me so now when I key in info at work all I think about is the info I am keying in. I shouldn't eat my favorite foods for a while, but that is probably a good thing since I am ready to staple a "Wide Load" sign to my ass. My rant feels insipid and angst ridden. I don't even feel like arguing with idiots anymore.

And THAT is why I have a tick in my left eye.

You will have fun or I'll cut you! I swear to GOD!