The thing about sleeping outside is that I always wake up when the sun rises, and I can only roll over so many times until I give up and get out of bed. At 5:45 am.
At least it gave me plenty of time to make breakfast. Sadly, the empty egg crates were discarded. They, like their 3,000+ brethren, will be recycled. And made into more egg crates. I'm just hoping to stop dreaming of egg crates, and/or having nightmares about rainstorms the night before our final presentation. Now let us never speak of egg crates again.