It's 4:45 AM...

...and I'm waiting on my ride to the airport. This is particularly unpleasant because I didn't get to bed until after 2 AM last night, due to packing and whatnot. And I still haven't finished all my dishes or taken the trash out. The trash, at least, I can settle before I leave. I suspect my landlord will just have to be horrified that the sink is not totally empty before I go, unless I can talk my ex into washing them for me. He might, if he's feeling charitable. Not going to bet the house on it, though. That's pretty much beyond the call of duty.

Right now I feel sort of hollow and buzzy, like an empty jar that's been given too much caffeine (which is ironic because I haven't had any). I'm not planning to, either... if I can sleep from here to Denver, life will look a lot rosier on the other side. Of course, I'm flying with my kids, so the odds of that are anyone's guess. Then again, this is a flight with a movie. Which reminds me.... yay, two pairs of unused earbuds from flights past, before they started charging, so I don't have to buy any new ones! Bonus! I totally rock.

Ugh. Now if I could just not be naseous while I rock, that would be awesome.