This is what it looks like if you line it all up, only change "11:00pm" at the bottom to 2:00am on Wednesday morning... I've officially covered half of what I aim to cover by this time Thursday morning.
Suffice it to say, I don't think I'll exactly be feeling guilty when I'm kickin' it on the beach two weeks from now, reading some good ol' science fiction and playing a game of Scramble with Friends on my phone.
I know that time is going to be here and gone before I can even say sacral cornu, but right now it feels like it's eons away...
I think I'm going to go eat something... I'm in that pasty mental haze of sleepy-tired limbo where it takes forever to make a decision. Right now, I'm trying to decide what to eat. Canned fruit? Granola? Milk? Peanut butter with a spoon? Hmmm...
I'm going to need a bowl.
The pelvis has become my arch enemy... But you know what? Sun Tzu had it right. To win, you've got to know your enemy.
Time for 4.5 hours of sleep, and I'm back at it. I will crush the pelvis and lower limb on Friday.