Let's recount my last 4 days.
Thursday: Left after work to head to Conshohocken and meet up with Chad and his brother in preparation for Chad's bachelor party. After dinner and a couple drinks, left Conshohocken for Bensalem and crashed at his brother's place.
Friday: Drove in to Atlantic City to kick off the bachelor evening. Actual events withheld, but suffice to say I wasn't actually asleep until the next day.
Saturday: After getting to sleep around 3:30am or 4am, we awoke around 8:30-9am to get up and around and get out of AC. Drove by PHL airport to drop off Chad's nephew. Continued back to Bensalem to get my car. Finally left there around 4pm and drove over 4 hours home. Probably got home around 8:30 or 9pm. Had to START packing for a trip the next morning. Finally got to bed around 11 that night.
Sunday: Woke up at 5am to get showered and dressed and catch a 7:15am flight. Flew into PHL. Then out to PHX. And then into OAK around 4pm. Picked up my rental. Checked into the hotel. Unpacked. Went to Target. Got dinner. Finally back to the room.
And now I have to get up for work tomorrow when my time is f'd up... and I'm totally exhausted.
Now I'm not usually one to say I'm a busy man... I mean, don't get me wrong, I can say I'm busy, but I'm usually not. This last week... hell, this last month has been totally crazy. Two trips to CA, a trip to NYC, a trip to Atlantic City.
What's next? Oh, that's right, a trip to Pittsburgh in 2 or 3 weeks. Doh!