I just need the Internet to know that I was awake for 24 hours yesterday, in which I flew across the country, nearly vomited on the plane 3 times, bought wine with my dad, went to Monica's party in Palmdale, came home and slept for only four hours. This morning, on four hours of sleep, I worked out, ran Christmas errands with my mom, and then promptly napped all day. Just in time for the Dexter finale. That I fell asleep during. And woke up to. During the last 60 seconds. And saw. That ending. Happen.