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Dear Sleep,
Please be my friend. Preferably before 2 AM.
Thanks,
Lindsay


It's 10:30. I have to get up at 4:30 tomorrow morning to go to WORK.
If you haven't figured it out by now, this is going to be short.
Of course, you've probably already scrolled down to see that this is short. I didn't really need to tell you that. I seriously thought I had already blogged today. I'm losing track of blogging days.

We have now entered my last week in Utah. Next Thursday I will be driving home to Colorado! I'm telling you this as some advanced warning. When I DO have time to blog, it will probably go one of three ways:

1. I don't like packing. If I have to pack up one more box, I think I will jump off a bridge. It might have water under it, and I might be wearing a life jacket, but it will be intense. People will LOOK at me funny.

2. I'm going to miss all these people so much! I feel like I'll never see them again! *cries* We had such good times! *explodes in fits nostalgia*

3. I have way too much to do and don't have time to complain or cry or explode. I don't have time to think. I don't remember how to type. What's my name? *goes back to packing*


Beware, my friends, I will be crazy. Yes, worse than usual. I KNOW you didn't think it was possible, but just accept it. It's going to happen.

Love you and your blogs,
Linds