Well, maybe it’s a bit premature, but it seemed fitting to get ready. Okay, maybe not since I plan to be cremated, but you get the idea.
I’m down to as little as three hours a night, but I’m not blaming anyone but myself. I fully admit I put myself in this predicament, but dammit, it’s hard to say no to cold hard cash!
Oh well, sleep is for the weak, I’ll catch up someday… I hope.