And roughly four and a half hours from now, yours truly will be getting married.

To which I say: @#$%&^*(&^%$$##!!!!!@#$^*()??????!!!!!!

Which is me saying, I have no f-ing CLUE what the hell I really want TO SAY because I’m so jacked up on holy shit we’re leaving soon and holier shit I’m getting fucking married!

No f-ing. Straight up use of the actual word. Proof shit’s getting serious up in here.

I’m way more preoccupied with the leaving in a couple weeks for almost a month thing. I’m thankful as all get out that we can take off for that long, but I’m not feeling all that thankful that I have, what feels like, 989898 things to do before going.

And what the hell! How am I supposed to leave my presh baby boys for that long? Breaks my heart. I want to take them with us, but I doubt they’d fit in the car in a carrier, along with Murph and all the other crap that we don’t really need but I’ve convinced myself I do need because, omfg, I’m getting MARRIED.

I should probs be breathing deep right now and trying to center myself, except Self keeps thinking, who the F has time for that bullshit?

Watch. What will most likely happen is a nap. There is no finer time than in the midst of the storm for me to want to crash out.