Just half an hour left!

My nose is stuffed up, which is a good way to be miserable when you’re already not feeling so hot.

I wonder how late I’m going to sleep today? I’m planning to go see Pirates at 9pm, so I need to get up before 6 or so. Should be plenty of time.

I’ve been laying in bed reading, which is probably an awful idea when you are trying to stay awake, but it is the only thing that sounds good right now. I set the alarm on my phone for the half hour, just in case, though.

I feel SO bad for the people following the Sabbath schedule, who still have a long, long way to go at this point!

Not sure if it’s too late for this, but the last game on the site is “Will you do it again next year?” Of course. Every year, I somehow mentally block out the memories of the hard parts, the hours when you can barely think, let alone type, the hours when you wonder why. All you remember, luckily, is all of the fun, all of the good, all of the friends. The good memories keep drawing you back every year, and every year, it seems to get better. We always come back.