It's fucking early in the morning. I'm at Ty's house. Ty and Neetu are asleep, and I'm left here to battle it out on my own. The last two naps did nothing, except left me hanging in the middle of a sleep cycle. I have a constant dull pain/sleep signal going off in my forhead and behind my eyes. I felt some chest pain earlier. I have to pee a lot, and still very cold and hungry all the time. We went downtown to pass the time during the last cycle. I was too tired to really get into it, but damn did the time fly. We left quick to get back in time for the 1am nap, which sucked ass. My brain is fuxored, my eyes can't focus for very long at any one time. This must be what being addicted to pain killers is like. Maybe I will die.
On the plus side, I haven't had to drive for a few days thanks to my new chauffers Ty and Neetu.
I have a test next Monday and a paper due next Tuesday. I expect to hit some refreshing naps soon so I'll be able to study and get that done. People in my classes were like "you're going to have memory loss, you can't remember stuff on sleep deprivation."
I'm lying in bed in the RV right now. Yes, I still live here and love it, but that's another story. The only difference between tonight and a normal night is that my bed is flying down the highway at 60mph, headed for the east coast.
My esteem friends and colleagues, Jonah and Krystal, are accompanying me on my first actual road trip in the RV. We're going through the scary bits of America as quickly as possible (Arkansas, for example), and are trying to get to NYC before Krystal's flight on Monday.
I'm going to hopefully meet up with Ross Jeffries, the first "pickup artist" to ever teach seminars, in New York before he leaves. Online he sometimes comes off like a prick, but in real life he's one of the most warm and genuine guys in the community. I'm also going to stop by and say hi to my aunt, uncle, three cousins, and my grandparents who are visiting them.