23 days

23 days.

OMGWHAT?!

23 days till the big day. 23 days till I sign away my freedom and commit myself to one man, and only one man. (Quite shocking really, seeing how this time last year, I was dead set on staying single and enjoying the many perks of not being tied down)

Am I excited? Yes. I cannot wait.

But on the other hand… my poor brain is going…. NOOOOOOO I NEED MORE TIME OMG

STOP TIME STOP TIME STOP TIME!!!

And I can’t blame my poor frazzled brain.

If you were to sit me down for five minutes these days, you could have me rattling on about the different things that need to be done and considered for June. Although you’ll probably not be able to make sense of my incoherent, chronologically disordered babbling.  In fact, while I was typing this one paragraph, I switched back to my gmail to remind the fiance about one thing and then checked my spreadsheets for something else. That’s just how I operate these days – things pop into the grey matter, I hop to it, and while I’m busy with one thing, my brain comes up with something else for me to focus once I’ve resolved the current issue.

23 more days. 23 more days till I regain some sense of normalcy.

And then we begin the house project. The backyard project. And juggle the Singapore reception while we’re at it.

Holy crap what have I gotten myself into?!