It's about 10:30 the morning of the twenty-sixth of June in the year of our Lord two thousand ten. I am losing my marbles. I am so excited I feel on the edge of puking. I'm on the computer to change our plans with the chair people, but really just to distract me from myself.
I am about to marry the most wonderful, beautiful, exciting, kind person I've ever met, and if she'll still have me I will be so happy to have her as my wife. (And lucky... big money no whammies)