I'm getting married. He's perfect. It's a disaster. Note to self: Do not tell psycho-bitch US Attorney future-mother-in-law that you got into Harvard Law School by shagging the Dean of Admissions. Do not sing Beyonce-style while representing in major court deposition (actually, that one kinda works). Do not buy into the social construct of fidelity - even if other people freak the hell out about it. But hey, for an easy life, do not let Will find out about all the other men (esp. my boss/his boss/his best friend). And do not let him find out about the Other Thing. Oh Jesus, don't let him find out about the Other Thing.