The Final Sprint...

Only forty-eight more hours. My mind can concentrate on nothing else. I live for nothing but for forty-eight more hours. It is then that I will FINALLY get to leave this hell hole behind, to run away and hide myself in a foreign country several thousand miles away...for a week. I've never been so far away from home. I am beyond excited- it's euphoric. Unfortunately there are still those forty-eight hours to contend with, and I'm not sure I can survive. The walls are closing in and Andrew Fairchild has his Ipod on way too loud. I think I'm going to be sick. GET ME OUT OF HERE!!! Get me to KCI...get me to Dallas....get me to El Salvador...get me to Guatemala City- for a week that is sure to be mind blowing. And it doesn't hurt (okay it does) that the Blindside will be right there the entire time. Lord help me! Forty-eight hours. Happy Spring Break Everyone... Who's at Dimple Donuts on Friday at midnight? I'm there!