No Rest for the Wicked
I'm exhausted. I'm burning my candle at both ends of the wick. Last night I went to Mike's for his daughter's first birthday party. I got back home a little after eleven, but ended up staying awake till about one in the morning. I never wanted to be a coffee drinker, but I've had at least a cup every day that I've gone into Red Storm. It's the only way I've managed to stay awake. I'm currently waiting for my Father to get out of the shower so that my family can pack the car and head out of town. I had an aunt and two cousins killed in a helicopter crash last week, and we're driving down to Atlanta for the funeral. Thinking about it now, I sort of wish that I was staying home. Actually, I guess it doesn't really matter. Lizzie is coming to North Carolina this weekend, I unfortunately discovered. I didn't find out from her, and I certainly won't see her this weekend. I've decided that the only way I can avoid going crazy is by hating her. At any rate, I need to help pack the van so that we can get on the road.