Busy week. Going crazy. Can’t say why yet. Writing sentence fragments. Ignoring style. Washing clothes. Running errands. Not drinking Peet’s coffee because Ponzi took off in my car and didn’t leave her alarm fob behind even though it probably doesn’t work anyway I really don’t care to wake up the neighborhood if it’s still set properly. Wow. That was a long sentence fragment. That was not a sentence fragment. Neither was that. Must do a million things before this weekend. Still not sure how I’m going to survive. Must get measured for tuxedo. Must decide where going on honeymoon. Must talk less like caveman. Worried about piles of paper multiplying. Worried about making the right decisions. Worried about making the wrong decisions. Worried about the baggage retreival system they’ve got at Heathrow. Worried that many people simply don’t understand my obscure Monty Python references. Have great news to share. Can’t share great news yet. Going crazy. Buzy week.

I’m So Worried