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Babbling into the Void


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Done!
(snappy dance in the end-zone, slam that pigskin to the ground)

Not much more than a month too soon and we've found a reception site: a yacht (sweet) for a four hour dinner cruise from the cityscape of Vancouver to the fjords of Indian Arm. We're pretty excited.

As the date draws nigh, I find myself drawn in to the typical bridal anxiety, to the tune of: "I wanna look like Karen Hamilton in T2 by the 20th." Thus, I've enslaved myself to the gym. As if I hadn't already--only now there'll be no more of this measely 2 hours business. It's not so bad with Marcel sweating it out with me--a mutual, temporary indulgence in vanity, yes; it's part of the tradition. And who am I to shirk tradition? (yep).

Just finished celebrating the end of Marcel's summer courses with a few hours of Diablo2 and still have to bike home.

good morning


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