I have a lot of anxiety-type dreams about weddings, actually. They’re sort of my version of the I’m-in-class-and-haven’t-studied-etc dreams. Usually it’s something like “oh shit I’m going to be late for my wedding oh double shit who am I marrying? When did I decide to do this? I don’t think I want to do this! Well, now everyone’s watching, might as well do it and sort it out later. Who is this guy? Man, it’s going to be awkward later when I tell him we can’t stay married because I’m not entirely sure who he is.”
This one, on the other hand, was about tacos, Powerpoint and owl pee. Even though we all know my wedding plans involve Waffle House, not a taqueria.
Once I drew that little owl, I couldn’t be mad at it anymore. Look at that faaaaace!