I haven’t slept in nine days. I don’t mean that in a cool, James Bond, I’m-in-a-tiny-room-with-a-bright-light-being-tortured-for-the-location-of-the-secret-files
kind of way. No rescue missions
required. No, I’m just on vacation with
Erik and the kids. And I’ll tell you
something: sleeping on land is the worst.
