Why am I still awake? More importantly, why do I have such an aversion to packing before trips (and unpacking after them, for that matter)? I am flying out to the Bay Area after work tomorrow to visit parents and to engage in the ridiculous shenanigan debauchery-fest that is Bay to Breakers. Seriously, how did I grow up across the bay from SF and NEVER take part? Oh yea, because I was antisocial and I hated running. I am really excited to take part in a San Francisco tradition (even if it's one of thousands of inebriated hippies in inane costumes). Not even the 60% chance of rain in the city on Sunday can get me down!
Did you know there is NOTHING on TV at 1am? I did.
And I'm still not packed.