Mario 3

I moved the 5,000 lb desk from my apartment at 2445 Union Ave #4 to Emily's down the complex at 2451 Union #3. This change is the first sign of a quickly approaching shift in my world. For 4.5 years I lived on my own. Well mostly, I count the freshman year of college in the dorm room because a roommate differs significantly from a life partner for reasons I won't explain... well it rhymes with brgina. I feel prepared for the loss of bachelorhood. I did little with it anyways. There will be strife. More probably than when Emily and I lived in separate apartments. I have no where to be alone. So changes another aspect of life I guess.

After significantly damaging my back (I'm sure) moving the desk I celebrated by beating the third world (water world) of Super Mario Bros. III. With a Stella in one hand and a keyboard in the other it took only 45 minutes.

The countdown: 13 days.

The wedding promises to stress out all the women in my life far far more than I care to describe. Upon reflection I really have no reason to let trite details irritate me. I ought to be helpful and patient. The actually wedding-ness will last such a short amount of time then it will be over and everyone will rejoice. Upon further reflection, I talk a good game but never follow through in the moment that is most necessary. I forget too easily my resolve.

Here's a real wedding cake:

Love, sunshine, lollypops and frog suits,

dan

Promises

I promise never to include poetry unless it is pasted from work by a real writer.
I promise to include all the funniest links and nerdiest how-to's as long as I remember that I have a blog.
I promise to keep my complaints about the world to a minimum.
I promise to use the blog as a tool if only for me.
I promise to clean the bathroom on a more regular basis.
I promise to cry from darkness and seek some light. As the pointy haired boss says: 'Its always darkest just before the flesh eating zombies appear, because they don't like the dark.'
I promise to make more promises......