Starting tomorrow, it’s time to see just exactly what kind of girl I’m not.
I mean, you know, tomorr-ish, negotiating writing time around various flights, layovers, and time changes. Because while I don’t yet know what kind of girl I am not, I certainly can tell you I am the kind of girl who hasn’t gotten a full night’s sleep in a month and a half. Groan.
Also, unless I get to the ATM in time, I might just end up finding out whether I’m the kind of girl who’s ballsy enough to tip the skycap in two-dollar bills. So much to do; so little time to do it.
