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?