I didn’t really mind climbing up the stairs to our floor at work. I seem to be in reasonable shape for that sort of thing, which is good. I feel quite bad for the couriers and our mail pickup guy, as well as our Staples delivery guy who should probably refuse to carry our delivery up 9 floors. I certainly wouldn’t blame him.
I have many pieces of mail to trifold and put into window envelopes. Curses!
I think I’ve developed a phobia of asking people to be in my wedding party. I just can’t have a third friend, I guess. Everyone I’ve asked has said yes, then not been able to actually do it. I know it’s not personal or anything, they all had good reasons, but one can’t help but feel a little down because of it. Anyhow, I’ve run out of ideas for people to ask, and I’m afraid to ask anyone anyhow, so I guess it’ll be an unbalanced wedding party. Why not, it’s already an unbalanced guests thing, what with 20 billion members of Adam’s family (minor exxageration) coming and like six of mine.
I think my brother is walking down the path to darkness again. Not that I can do anything about it, it’s his life, but my stepmother seems to think I can have some impact on him. Not likely, as while we are in the same province we are most definitely not in the same city, I have no transportation, and he’s not exactly open to anyone suggesting his course of action.
In other news, I’m going mountain biking this weekend.