Endogenous Caffeine

It's about 12:45 AM the night before we depart for Lima.  I'm all packed.  I'm quickly removing all the old photos from my camera so that I'll have the whole 9,000 photo capacity I budgeted for the time up until Buenos Aires, at which point I'll probably buy more memory cards.  Ally is sitting next to me on the bed calmly reading the end of a comic we picked up in a comic shop in the West Village yesterday from a cute, balding man of around 45 with a pony tail and glasses whose descriptions of the comics went about one or two sentences too far into the story.

I'm feeling like I can't sit still.  Sleep seems like a very distant goal that I might as well group with such things as applying to graduate school or finding a career:  I just can't feel tired when something as momentous as this 5-month trip looms on the horizon.  

We've contacted two volunteer agencies, one working with underprivileged children in Buenos Aires called Conviven and another that's actually an Eco-Lodge offering discounted rates if we teach english to the community or help maintain their trails and facilities.  We've also looked at wwoofing (World Wide Opportunities on Organic Farms) in Bolivia, Argentina, and Ecuador.  All these things keep a person up even when he's dog-tired.  Maybe I'll try to go to bed when Ally finishes the comic.

Love you all, see you in 5 months.