It's Do or Die Hour

It's almost 2 AM and I was "supposed" to get up at 4 AM. Snooze and risk it or just take caffene and see where I land. Everyting except the usual has been packed, and as usual, I probably overpacked. Fuck it. I'm not going to be the one to haul these fucking 49lb bags to and from the airport. Yellow Cab cometh at 5 AM whether I'm alone or not.

Christ, what a day. I really do begin to envy those that have 2 BD-2BA condos across the street from Tech. Not that I need the $2M to buy one, but please. Besides there really is something to say about "I live in downtown, in my house".

The possum came out tonight (he doesn't see as well in the light as the raccoon), but I gave him some of SJs OLD-ASS!! granola bars and he actually sat there and ate it. That was pretty cool. Of course, I will be the one to run him over when I back out of the driveway.

I'm totally jazzed about this trip. I really, really need it. WAAAAAA!

Anyway, I have my cell in my back pocket and it's set at a level so high, I'm going to get a literal shock in the ass at 4AM! That being said, looks like sleepy dwarf outweighed caffene-bean.

I'm sure I will talk to some of y'all whilst I sit and a cafe and finish this book.


Oooppps, two dogs got into a fight in my neihbours yard, one went running off into the "woods" whining, the other took off for the street. Lovely. Another Linus.

Now it is after 2 AM. I guess I better not be standing in a puddle of water.

Clunk.