Wednesday I had a brilliant idea.
I'd go to bed at 8:00 and then get up at 4:00. That way, see, I'd be nice and tired Thursday night and I'd have no trouble at all going to sleep. What a great idea.
So now it's 10:20 Thursday night as I type this sentence. I'm barely tired. I have to get up at 4:00 in the morning.
I guess the good news is that I'm at least packed. Everything except the shit I'll need in the morning like my toothbrush and deodorant.
I'm going to be sooooo wiped out all day tomorrow, but I know from experience that I won't be able to get to sleep until after midnight. And then my stupid internal clock will snap me awake at 3:30 in the fucking morning because of the time zone change.
I guess it's okay. I'd rather be exhausted in Las Vegas than completely alert back here in Indiana.