Marlo's Super Awesome Challenge of Mad Exhaustion

So, I leave later today at 9 pm.
My self-imposed challenge?
STAY UP UNTIL THEN.
I have been awake since 8am Saturday.
I think I am already starting to go mad! I CAN HEAR MADONNA'S RAY OF LIGHT IN MY HEAD. Maybe it was the two cans of Monster I drank.

I have three emptied cans on my tv. I hate carbonated beverages, but it tastes like candy and isn't as burny as other things.

Maybe I'll go so mad that I'll think I've become Julie Andrews and start singing the entire score to My Fair Lady when we're boarding. I'll talk like ELOIIIIIZA. Then I'll pull a Hephephepburn or something and my voice will suck magically all of a sudden but I will be a marvelous actress.

Yeah, I get really GENERIC EXPLETIVE STARTING WITH F/ VERB ENDING IN -ED when I even get SLIGHTLY over tired.

WHATEVER I'M GOING TO GO READ ABOUT THE 1918 FLU PANDEMIC, GRETA GARBO AND THE RICHTER MAGNITUDE SCALE ON WIKIPEDIA.

Going mad, yet still yours truly,
Marloooooooooooooooooooooo

jet lag.

I am dreading jet lag. Oh god, how I am dreading jet lag.
See, when I went to Spain (the rest of that bullshit's a good story for another time), I was horribly affected and never got over it. Some days, I woke up at 1pm or so, and by then, the day was too far gone to do much. Of course, I woke up on time most days, and was able to take horseback riding lessons with my crazy German instructor, but still. On those days, I would end up watching the chickens my uncle kept for a while, or watching Desperate Housewives (luckily I could change the audio feed to English. yeesh.).

What if I do that in Sweden, oh beloved readers (of which, so far, I have one)? (Hi, Janni, by the way.) I don't want to waste my days away waking up at 1pm and watching subtitled Desperate Housewives. I will need to bring a huge bottle of melatonin pills, or something. I just don't want this stupid jet lag BS to ruin my trip. My sleep schedules are already bizarre. I hope I can get some control over them.