Marriage: Day Two

The single most life-changing weekend of my life has come and passed. What I am left with is memories of an emotional event, and some semblances of a hangover. I couldn’t have asked for a better family to marry into, or one that has sent me off into the land of unreal responsibility.

Speaking of the latter. I have woken up at 8 am sharp every fucking morning. I am not sure if this is some strange cosmic joke, but I need my beauty sleep. I always wondered how my dad could wake up at the butt crack of 8 no matter the circumstances of the previous night’s events.

I also now have strange aches and pains where I had no previous knowledge that muscles existed. My knees hurt, my legs hurt, my back hurts, but I can hardly complain with an angel in the next room. An angel, by the way, who has infinite wisdom into how I should eat and exercise. YAY!

Speaking of my aching back, somewhere along the way, I sneezed and threw it out. Nice joke, but couldn’t I have injured myself in a less ridiculous way. It’s not all bad. I just feel pain when I cough, sneeze, laugh and breath. Otherwise, I’m skating man.

Once again, I’m shattered, tattered and torn, but I couldn’t be any happier. Strange how life is sometimes.


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