The Bad: Driving for an hour, on 4.5 hours of sleep, when I haven't driven for exactly 70 days? Unfun. But I only made one turn that was too sharp... I did okay. But my legs do tired-ache.
The Random: Ummmyoumeanlike the firecrackers/rockets going off while I was trying to write in my Christine-book?
Kathryne
EDIT:
just realized the random coincidence that number of hours of sleep last night = number of pages completed in the Christine-book.
That is what the title refers to. The book, not the sleep. Although, I wonder how long it would take me to work up 160 hours of sleep, now...
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