I can sleep on the plane, right?

So yes, it's almost tomorrow, and I'm still up. Maybe I should have figured out how to use the video camera more than oh, three days before leaving. Probably could have emptied all the memory cards before now too (but you just never know when you need to take another photo for the blog!), and does it really matter that my reading material for that hideous plane ride is "Parenting your Adopted Child"? Yes, probably should have finished that up sometime in the last four months, but there were blogs to be read! I have organized my "to do" list carefully, mapped out my errands to perfectly fit into my lunch breaks and tallied up all free hours between now and Thursday noon. Yep, I can definately get it all done. Because afterall, I can sleep all I want on the plane, right? No, never mind. I still need to finish learning to speak Amharic, all I've got so far is "ca-ca" and "a-wad-a-hallow", hmm, probably won't be putting those together into the same sentence. (That would be roughly translated into "poop, I love you")