It's 1AM on the night before I go back to work, and I'm still awake. I think I'm kind of close to getting to sleep, and I'm happy about that.
I'm such a child. I really am. I get so excited about this stuff... excited, nervous, anxious, you name it. I'm ready to go NOW, even though I'm physically exhausted. And, tomorrow's not a day of rest - home, hospital to meet up with The Boy finishing his transfusions, then on to Dapper Dans. No rest for the weary.
Every time, this happens to me. First day of school, night before concerts, Christmas Eve, my birthday, the night before Younger Bro was born, the night before The Boy was born...
I'm such a child.