Nine hours in, and I'm hanging in there. Day two and three are going to suck, but by day four, I should be okay.
My throat is really dry and I'm drinking water and tea like it's going out of style, but it will be better in the long run.
The impetus for this isn't aware of it. I'm so bad at keeping secrets.
The heartburn sucks like I can't begin to describe, but it'll be done with soon.
And watching all these people do things in An American In Paris isn't driving me nuts like I thought it would. I have no doubt that there will be times where I wish I could go back to doing it, but I think this time it'll stick.