Today marks t minus 10 days until Peru. How freaking crazy is that? I’m so excited. But, instead of preparing like a smart man, i’m writing in this silly little blog. I should also be working, but the thought of that brings a little vomit to my mouth. Seriously though, I have had 9, count em, 9 hours of sleep since Saturday, or Sunday. What the hell day is it now. This is way too hard to figure out. I do love the stupid feeling that sleep deprivation brings on. But I really can’t afford it at the moment. For reasons that I won’t bore you with, I must stay up again all night. I’m hoping to catch 2 hours of sleep before I head off to a meeting at 930. So that will give me 11 hours in 4 days. I’m sure that is way less than anywhere near healthy, but at least I can sleep tomorrow night. How messed is it that I’m excited about sleeping tomorrow night? A sane person would be sleeping tonight. Oy vey.
10 more days. 10 more days. 10 more days.