Last night I had a fantastic time at my "I'm 26 and 10 days old party!" I imbibed A LOT of tequila. This despite the fact that I had to wake up at 6:30 this morning, drag a suitcase to work, leave work with said bag, and take a bus to Pittsburgh: an 8-hour trip. Apparently, with age does NOT come wisdom. I've tried reading; I've tried sleeping; neither venture was successful. I tried downloading an album of nature sounds to help with the sleeping, but all the falling water noise made me feel like I had to pee.
2 hours down, 6 to go