I actually got ~8 hours of sleep last night for the first time in weeks. I've been getting ~3-5 for awhile now, with all the work I've been putting in.
Sadly, I feel more friggin tired today than I have the whole rest of the week.
In truth, I'm more excited about cooking the pig than eating the pig. I love me some pork, but I'm looking forward to sitting around with buddies drinking beer watching the fire.
Having said that, I'm going to go into food coma from eating 20 pounds of pork.