I think I slept...know I slept...some. For awhile, at least. But when I awoke and saw it wasn't even midnight (11:55), and thought to myself, "Damn! I still have that many hours to go?" I knew I was in for it.
3 a.m. found me giving up and getting up.
Now, at 5:15 a.m. I've taken my suitcase up to the car and I'm ready...or, at least, I'll be ready once I've posted this, turned off the laptop, and tucked it away in my carry on.
By the way, I'd like to give a very special shout out to my ovaries for rocking an awesome treat 4 days early this month. Dude. Seriously?
TMI. I know. Suck it. <-- hormones
I suppose that explains the heightened anxiety I've been experiencing this last week. Good to know I'm not actually crazy (shutup).
The question I'm asking myself now is whether I'd like to make another cuppa joe for the road. Because, you know, 2 big ass cups ain't enough.
On the pro side, I've gotten hmmm...4 hours' sleep tops? Also, Bloody Mary is awaiting me at the airport. Make that a double. I've also already applied my eye makeup so a steady hand is no longer required.
On the con side, raging hormones + extra caffeine + travel + possible/likely encounters with small, loud children and angry adults = possible head explosion.
I'm opting for the coffee.
This is me, living on the edge.
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PRICELESS!
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