Four hour naps? Twelve hour sleeps-through-the-night? Is this some kind of joke? Can it be over now? Because, um, we're tired. And still hungover from a weekend of desert birthday-partying. (Apparently, my tolerance is not what it used to be. At all.)
I do think it's great that Archer's a dreamboat of a house guest for my parents. A giant relief, actually. All I'm saying is... Archer? Your parents need their sleep, too.
P.S. I just want to thank all of you for coming out of the floorboards and dropping down from the ceiling like a bunch of ninja superheroes to help me plan my tour. Your emails and offers of couch-crashing? Your kind words and connections and invitations and book-store recs? You're willingness to travel? Above and beyond, people. I had no friggin clue how I was going to pull this thing off but now I'm really confident that I can. Because of you're amazing awesomeness. Thank you. I'll be keeping you all posted with dates, details and locations as they come... I can't wait to tackle you all with hugs!