The anticipation is killing me. As if being productive on a Friday afternoon wasn't already a monstrously difficult task.
We leave for the airport at 3:30 am. I don't think I'm going to even attempt to sleep. Considering I didn't do any sort of packing yesterday, I'm not sure there will be any time to actually sleep. No, I did line all of my toiletries up, so that's a tiny bit of pre-packing.
Instead of packing, I went to the bar, and then to a house party. One of my housemates is moving out this weekend, which is very strange. She's the first to go. This is all very reminiscent of when I was 18 years old and everyone was leaving for college. I was a sucker for all things sentimental then, and I still am. Beneath this prickly exterior I'm a terrible softy. Ask all of my student employees who get away with murder.
So, I had to go out for one last drink before she moves away. One last drink turned in to a 1/2 gallon of sangria and another 1/2 gallon of the always delectable 'constant buzz', which is basically the strawberry daiquiri's sauced up, slutty step mom.
Flash forward to me miraculously waking up without an alarm (thank sweet baby Jesus for my internal clock) about 20 minutes before I had to leave for work. I certainly look a fright - such a lovely image to leave my coworkers to just chew on while I'm gone all next week.
Bugs are amazing. There is a little beetle-y looking guy sitting on a piece of paper on my desk right now. I just picked up the paper to get a better look at him, and then shook the paper to try to make him fly away. But he just held on! How do they do that?! Their tiny little bug feet can just hang on. Fascinating.
I will probably be singing a different tune about bugs when I'm lying awake in whatever bed I will be occupying in Guatemala, with a bedsheet pulled up to my eyeballs, imaging the juicy Central American bug species waiting to strike, the likes of which the Midwest could never even dream up.
Hasta luego! If I come back.
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