It's 10.30pm Monday night and I'm about to start this sleep schedule all over again for the coming week. The stupid thing is I'm so tired, I'm fighting extreme fatigue like a prize ... erm ... fighter, I suppose. I don't know why I do this because I know how awesome sleep is.
I had a fantastic weekend. New friends and a party that carried over into the early hours of Monday morning. Question though: if the party goes for about 31 hours, how long does the hangover last?
These are good days. Life is good. Have a good week, friends.