I slept horribly last night. Part of it is due to the cold, part of it to the dreadful smell of burnt fish from the downstairs apartment. I was up reading and burning rose incense until one-thirty in the morning, then back in bed staring at the ceiling till two-thirty.

So naturally, I also had play dreams about the wedding. Namely, something upset me and I was tired (yes, even in my dream), so we left the reception around dessert. And then I dreamed that I woke up the next morning and only then remembered that (a) we missed the wedding cake thing, and (b) the band I’m in was supposed to play and I’d forgotten, and why didn’t anyone call me?

Now: to fill in the official forms in preparation for the actual event, so that all everyone has to do is sign them.