h3athrow

I don't stay up all night often. All night. From wake to wake without sleep. Tonight, I stayed up to prepare. To prepare paperwork, To lay the groundwork for attending a conference next week -- I'm in! And to get ready for a trip west tomorrow. Erm, today. When it hit 11, I thought why not 12? 1, why not 2? Thanks to distracting friends on the west coast, here I am -- at the time I planned to set my alarm for anyway, even had I gone to bed at 10 or 11 or 12 -- still up. Prepared. Packed. About to shower and get ready to go to the car, the airport, and the plane. It is on that plane that I shall seek sleep, 30,000 feet above the ground, above my kitchen counter -- where I stand -- and above my preparation. I will sleep across the time zones. Sleep. Sleep.