I Am Legend

I’m listening to “I Am Legend” on my iPod, and it occurs to me what a sad, sad story it is. I want to write myself into the story to keep the guy company.

Two minutes left on lunch. The eye twitching has stopped, and I am willing it not to return. I’m a little worried about the cost of everything. I think it’s about time for a beat down, though, man. Enough of this whining. The church, including all the bullshit accessories to a Catholic wedding (retreat weekend and/or classes, fucking choir, etc.) are concessions that will be made to placate the parents. Everything else, man, is us. It’s war. They’re not getting my reception too, because that would mean we won’t have money for the honeymoon. That’s not happening.

Okay, back to work.