I just got 9 hours of sleep, and I'm still not caught up. My room is a mess, with (among other things) the entire contents of my bookshelf still on the floor. I haven't finished unpacking from Folk Fest yet, which will get pretty gross soon. I cuddled with clean unfolded laundry in bed last night. I'm way behind on email, and am not going to bother catching up on what I missed on LJ. (Please link me to awesome things you wrote since August 1st that you want me to see, though the more recent it is, the more likely it is that I've already seen it.) And there are no signs of life calming down any time in the next two weeks or so.
But I'm also having a freaking blast. August is the best month ever, and this one may yet turn out to be the best August yet. I'll sleep when I'm dead. It's too much fun to slow down now.