Sweet blessed relief

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48 hours without sleep in the final run-up, screaming dizzying panic, The Boss going out of his mind and barking like a psychotic drill sergeant.

And it's donedonedonedonedonedonedone.

And yes, they got that motherfucker but good.

Last night I experienced, for the first time on months, the near-orgasmic pleasure of being able to flop homelessly into bed and know that I had the entire weekend to do as I pleased, and could sleep for as long as I bloody well wanted. It's a little embarrassing, actually. I took a bath, ran screaming deliriously towards the bed and flung myself on crisp pure white Egyptian cotton sheets, completely naked, and then lapsed instantly into unconsciousness. I dimly remember protesting to The Boy that I could watch a movie, I really could, and him telling me he was going to grab something to eat and come back, and then it was 9 a.m. and I was still in the same position that I had been in the night before and I'd slept for 12 hours straight.

And it was SO good.

I'm going to see Merlot, and I'm going to spend oodles of money, and I'm going to go for a killer run, and I'm going to lay on the floor and wrestle with Tesh, and I'm going to read a whole book, cover to cover, and I'm going to play Starcraft and The Sims, and I'm going to get abso-fucking-lutely high.

We will resume regular transmission soon.