The morning of the Liverpool trip

It's 5:55 AM. I'm cold, tired, nauseous and every inch of my body aches. I could shed a tear I feel that crappy. If Liverpool isn't very good I might actually cry a little. As much as I'm looking forward to it, I also really love my sleep and no doubt will be getting a little grouchy later on when I'm even more sleep deprived. Good luck to the rest of the group.