17 16 Days
I've not got long to go now. Just about 2 weeks exactly... so, I'm a bit freaked completely, and ready to jump out of my skin. Not because I'm going to get married, that's not worrying in the slightest (that I am now going to be (because of some insane sense of machismo that has somehow managed to implant itself in me from who knows where) responsible for making sure that my wife can eat and that our house doesn't fall down (which, interestingly enough -- not doing such a good job on that house not falling down thing right now, but that's another show)... that's a whole different stress). Woah. Very parenthetical just then...
No, my stress is not so much from the getting married, it's the what do I say to someone that I'm getting married to? How best do I tell her just how much I love her and what it is, exactly, that I promise that I will (or won't) do in our marriage? Yeah, writing my vows. What a pain in the ass. I'm good at prattling on about how frustrating something is, but... actually writing out how I feel? Not so much my strong suit.
Anyways, I'm about seventeen versions in, I started (mostly) over today, and now I'm severely doubting what I wrote today. So, you know, that's sweet. Anwyays, I'm going to go watch Fringe on Hulu. It's weird -- like X-Files / Lost weird. Might like it, might not. Let's go find out.
-Jon