So here I am in Plano. While the setting may be different the situation is all too similar. Another night of staying up because I just couldn't find a reason to do otherwise. I seem to be getting used to it. As long as I get a few hours of sleep sometime every twenty-four hours or so I'll be fine. This trend shouldn't continue, but realistically it will only get worse during finals week, when I know that if I go to sleep I won't wake up in time to take my tests. Hell, I thought I wasn't going to wake up in time to catch a flight today until Aaron showed up and got me out of bed again, and that would have been about nineteen hours later. Ah sleep, I really do miss it, the precious few hours I got yesterday during the day were continually interpreted by a variety of things ranging from banging on the door to phone calls. Blasted people and their constant desire to see me. It's like a freakin mob is chasing me around trying to tear a bit of my clothes off so all of their hillbilly cousins can worship it. Well, that only happened once, so I suppose that doesn't really count as superstar status. Oh well. And now for a nice nap on the couch. Well, maybe a stroll outside in the freezing wind to cool off, then a cigarette, and then a nap, if I can't find anything else to do on the internet. Woot, El Paso or bust!