I would really like to work both days this weekend, but I haven't slept in for more than a week. I think I've been cutting my sleep more and more every day. I really don't want to leave in one minute, to be gone for eight hours in the heat of the Everglades. But I need money, which is why I want to work tomorrow. But I don't. I don't know, really. It is just sad. Last night I had some crazy mind freaks about the meaninglessness of life, and structured that, broke it down, rebuilt it, towered thoughts, etc. But I can't remember, boo. Woops, 2 minutes.