Shit. I just have four weeks. Shit, shit, shit!

• I have to go and get my bedroom ready for the honored arrival of the groom-elect.

• Amount of people coming so far: 132.1

• I'm freaking out, man.

More to come

This is the first time I've ever gotten on here at work - I guess the reason being that I just don't want my page in this computer's history files. Anyway, something rather surreal happened that I want to describe in detail when I get home.

For the time being, I will record here that I just made the floral arrangments for this guy's funeral later today.

It's a weird day.