Dear motherfucking GOD my uterus is attempting to turn itself inside out and then tie itself in a knot.
OW. OW OW OW.
Time to resume my fetal position on the bed.
I don't wanna go to Houston, I just want to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep....
Going to try consuming lots of caffeine. Otherwise I'm telling Mum I'll show up tomorrow, because my eyes are burning from trying to stay awake.
I miss the days when the four hours of sleep I got earlier would be enough.
Okay, I'm off. My kitchen floor still has dust on it, and I am certain I'll return after three weeks to discover an infestation of rats and roaches (despite the fact that I've yet to see a roach in San Antonio. In Houston I'd never seen a house or apartment, no matter how nice, that was roach-free), and I have ceased to care.
I'll be in Houston around 7, traffic permitting.
yarrr, I be in Houston.
My eyes still burn.
And my ass fell asleep!
Nothing is quite so weird as the feeling of walking after your ass has been asleep for an hour and a half.