Twenty-fifth night

Tomorrow's the big day. I think I care more about the fact that B's home tomorrow than about the test. My priorities might be a little screwy, I admit. 

I tried to wear myself out enough today that I'll sleep soundly tonight, regardless of the multiple sources of jitters. Either way, these last few weeks have taught me that I can function marvelously well on less sleep than I ever thought before. 

Wanting to skip the next 15 hours. Where's a time machine when you want one?