BLARGH.

So much to do, so little time.

Nothing is finished - two papers still need to be edited and formatted. I have 50 pages worth of Archives readings to go through.

Nothing is packed. Not much is even washed.

Nothing is planned once we get there. All I know is that we have tickets, a jeep, and a hotel. My email tells me so.

This is the most haphazard vacation I've ever taken and I might feel sick about that.

But there is no time.

And in 48 hours all I will have is time. On the beach.