This morning at 3:30 am

I finally got up. I was up all night, tossing and turning. I could not sleep. Circus Circus is getting a little old. It's also getting very crowded. I don't want to be complaining, because there are a lot of people out there making do. And it is what it is. And there aren't a lot of options, and no great options. But it's very dusty, and the dust is getting into my respiratory system, I think. Or, I'm coming down with a cold. I'm paranoid about getting sick now, because I HAVE TO FINISH THE PHONE LIST!!!! Also, because I don't want to get sick.

Anyway, I was up all night with a scratchy throat and an earache, and I could hear the sounds of the tent--zippers opening, the squeaks of people turning on their cots, the occasional murmur. And I was sweating all night. I couldn't figure out if the air conditioning wasn't working and it was humid, or if I had contracted some terrible illness. With the sore throat and earache, I was wondering. So, I kept drinking water and I also had to get up and pee three times. 3:30 was the last time, and I thought, crap, I'm just going to get up and go to the office.

During my three visits to the port-o-potties, I noticed that they are beginning to smell. Add it all up and I'm going to look around at the other options. The thing I don't like most of all is the dust. I am not a dust person.