Most people who know me are aware of this, but in case we've never hung out, you and I, I'm gonna make this as clear as possible:
I'm not good at relaxing. In fact, I'm terrible at it.
I'm a stress machine, primarily concerned with the constant continuation and development of the projects on my plate. It means I get a lot done - there are some genuinely amazing things going down right now, none of which I can share on the internet - but it also leads to genuine problems. It means I don't sleep. It means I take in entire seasons of BOARDWALK EMPIRE instead of rejuvenating my precious cells. Essentially, instead of doing this:
I am constantly doing this:
That is... until October. Because for the first week of next month, in less than one week, I'm going on vacation. Like, real live total actual vacation. Alex and I will be escaping into the strange and wondrous wilds of Walt Disney World to enjoy each other's company and a bunch of delicious worldwide foods and oogle Star Wars merchandise to our heart's content.
So for the first time in a while, I'm gonna be like this:
I can't tell you how excited I am. There's no way I'm sleeping tonight.