Day 1. I woke up at 4 AM. Was literally in a car, in a plane, in a plane, on a bus till 24 hours later. International flight. Sat between Sneezing Cold Girl, Baby Who Screamed, and Baby Who Was Quiet But Was Always On The Mood.
Day 2. I have not slept since Wednesday the 11th. I must somehow write a 3 page essay and read 50 pages of shit I shoulda read a long time ago before Friday morning. No way, says the werewolf.
Short post to kick things off, wolfettes, because other than buying peanuts and soda from a wizened old crone, nothing unusual got accomplished today.
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