In 22 days, I'm going to be going on my (rather delayed) honeymoon. We're going to be on a ship for seven days, then in New Orleans for three days. You'd think I'd be focused on being on a beach in the sun with a drink in my hand.
Nope! I'm fretting about having nothing to do. On a ship. Where their one god-damn job is to make sure I have something to do at all times. For ten days, I have already set aside:
- Two knitting projects
- A trilogy of books by an author who is famed for his long-ass epic fantasies
- Eight games on my computer
- An extra four games for my 3DS
- Three audiobooks
- The outline for a novel I laid out during NaNoWriMo
What the hell is wrong with me?