How the fuck am I going to sleep?

Beowulf.

That’s how. 

Two more sleeps until I meet the love of my life. 

I AM SO CALM I CANNOT FUCKING STAND IT. 

Hold me?

Hotel reservations confirmed for Snark.

Thinking of asking this guy to be my chaperone.

(His primary duty would be making sure I don’t bail on all daytime activities and otherwise disappear into the mist when I should be talking to people.)

[Did I mention he’s my brother?}