Today is the day I’m shooting my first wedding, and so far it has not gone according to plan at all (but also I haven’t fucked anything up in a lasting way, so that’s good). I was going to do all these things beforehand, most of which I haven’t had time to do. I needed to print the shot list and other paperwork I flaked out and didn’t print yesterday, so I biked to Tufts, but then it turned out that the library is closed on weekends between Aug 20th and Sep 5th (which of course I didn’t check online before biking over), so I had to bike back and call my dad and get him to print the wedding stuff and courier it over. Between the biking I did yesterday and the biking I did today, I was pretty smelly. But when I got back, the plumber was had arrived (without warning!) and was replacing the hot water heater. I was like fine, I’ll take a cold shower, I can handle it, whatever. But the shower just would not produce water of any temperature, so – get this – I gave myself a sponge bath out of the kitchen sink and sprayed my hair with a spray bottle. Then I realized I should probably shave, so I used the leftover hot water Casey had boiled to make coffee and shaved with my haircut mirror in the kitchen. I probably won’t have too much razor burn. My life is a comedy of errors. Nothing major better go wrong.