Last night: Worst night of attempted sleep ever.
Now: Jongre and Steve are passed out in the living room. I'm a bundle of nerves and energy, up for at least 2 hours already and just barely refraining from re-ordering the iPod mix. Excited. Exasperated. Ready to get married, and then drink heavily, and then get some sleep.
If you're around, send some happy wishes our way at around 3:30, EST.