Well, I’ll be heading off tomorrow. No phones, no books allowed, even. Just sleepless hours staring up at the ceiling and tent… ceiling? Underside? For two whole nights. Or so I’ve heard from my seniors. Two nights of emptiness, two nights of living hell.
Well, wish me luck, you awesome people. I’ll be back to tell the tale, I hope.
No idea how to keep myself occupied on those nights, though.