Well, okay, cool. I ripped of another page from the Calendar today. Now I can see The Day. It makes it a bit more real, a bit more pertinent, when you can see it there, plain as anything, only a few days from now. We're in the month. Soon Ben will be here. Then we'll be in the week. Then Greg & Pete will get here. Then we'll be in the weekend. Then I'll be a married man. How weird.
It should be fun, though. I better get something for my Shelly. I hope she likes cheap stuff. Especially after spending a lot on me. She knows I love her. (I hope she knows ...)
Erm. I just wrote my speech. You'll have to be there if you want to hear it.
I will go get some pizza or something, as Shell is demanding it. See you round.
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