Um, yeah. Its almost midnight and I literally just got home from work. Presentation is tomorrow (at 9), and get this
Im STILL! NOT! DONE! WITH! MY PREPWORK!!!!!! I need to get three and ½ hours of sleep, and then Im getting up to go to work to finish this mutherfucker. Im so depressed at this moment, but too stressed to let off any steam right now.
Miami blew. Actually, got a lot accomplished work-wise, but I didnt get to experience any of the fun stuff because of the above.
Doesnt mean I didnt try, mind you. Went to Taverna Opa (where you dance on the tables and stuff after you eat and drink, etc), had a couple of martinis, and by the time we got to Nikki Beach I was slurring and could barely walk! My co-worker had to walk me to the cab (she said I fell down on some biker and his bike) and take me back to the hotel. At midnight! What the hell?
Then, I was sick all the next day! I was throwing up every chance I could get. Went to this cool place for lunch, but couldnt eat. In fact, I went to the fancy schmancy bathroom to barf. It was one of those unisex bathrooms with funky doors that dont quite lock, and some MAN walked in on me while I was hugging the toilet. Nice.
Co-worker told me to go back to the hotel and get some sleep, but I couldnt bear to do that. I continued on with the day. Made it just barely. Then I started to feel okay around dinnertime, but when the food came I got nauseous again. Was in bed by 10.
Still feel kinda sickly, but its nerves.
Im going to bed now. I cannot wait until this weekend. I think Im going to sleep for about 45 hours or so.
Over and out.
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