Time for another night of sleep in New York City. Our last, come to think of it. I am, as always, the last girl in the ten person room to come to bed. I worry that I'm waking them when I move onto the squeaking bedframe but...there's nothing to be done about it. It's strange to think that I've been sharing a room with so many women. I'm not even sure what my bunkmate looks like.

Tonight I will pop in earplugs and sleep like a baby. This was a truly exhausting day and even I, with my famed lack of need for sleep, am looking forward to my mattress and pillow.

I'm wearing pajama pants and bright socks and there is a dinosaur on my shirt. I think that means it's bedtime.