I just want... I don't know. Sam is late picking me up, and I spent all night with anxiety dreams, and I've lost a good amount of my wedding fever. It will come back in the car?

Remember when I used to be coy? Of course not, it was before I started writing this. The coy don't keep internet diaries.

I need a good shake, and this place is a mess, so taking care of that will help. It's just that I'm all fidgets and worries and there's nothing to do right this minute besides wait. Waiting and anxiousness just work too well together, and how do I defend against that? Otherwise, it's probably a very nice day, isn't it?