I haven’t slept yet. It’s Sunday after all. Wait. It’s Monday. Whatever.
This is the last week that Chris has to be in Atlanta — he’s been gone every week for the last 4. On Sundays, I stay up all night so I can wake him at 4am so that he isn’t late for his flight. I had two cups of coffee overnight and two so far this morning. Damn, I couldn’t sleep if I wanted to! I’m so wired, it’s not even funny.
Chris should be at home now (after this week) for the rest of the year. Just in time for ski season! All year long, he’s threatened to be travelling for election week – – but, lucky him – this phase of their contract ends the week before elections . . . so he’ll be home.
He has gotta be home for the elections! Hey – I need someone to either:
- Help me celebrate
- Hold my head whilst I puke my guts out in the toilet