This Is Not A Dream; This Is Not A Test

I came home and passed out from exhaustion at about 11:30 last night only to wake up 3 hours later with my head spinning a hundred and one things around about this restaurant. When I said "yes" to the idea of opening a restaurant, I had no idea what I was in for. It feels as though everything that has been my life up until this point is now over. Bogota has become a 24 hour project consuming all my time and leaving me with very little for all the things I feel that make me 'me.' I am really hoping that things can settle down a bit so that I can reintegrate what had been my life even just a few weeks ago with what is becoming my life today. I am missing a lot of those people, places, hobbies and things. And now, as I sit here wide awake at 3:58 in the morning, I include sleeping among that list.