Sleep - the most beautiful experience in life - except drink. W.C. Fields
Yes. Sleep. I can't get enough of it. I even start to sleep while driving.
Coffee is my new friend. I like coffee.
I might just be bitching about it. Maybe I do get more than enough sleep. I feel like I've been averaging about 5 hours a night. If I ever get 8 hours of sleep, then it means I lost my jobs.
Yes. Jobs. JobS. With an S. I just got another job.
So the list is : Full time student, stage manager (but only for one more weekend), and jobs at 2 different stores. Though I must say that one f the jobs is only temporary.
3 years ago, who would've thought that I would be trying to do so much? Certainly not me. Now I may be tooting my own here a bit, but dammit I'm doing work!
But I'm also so tired. I've already had a total breakdown. I just, I don't know. I just started crying out of nowhere. And I just cried and cried for about 10 minutes straight. I couldn't catch a breath. So there was that moment in time.
I'm just tired. So tired all the time. My days are running together. I just realized that it's Monday. I'm going to have to remind myself that it's Monday all day today. The same for tomorrow.
I'm so tired that I just spelled tomorrow wrong 3 times in a row. I'm going to have to proof read this entire post.
There was an entire week where I was genuinely falling asleep behind the wheel. Loud music can only do so much. I have slapped myself to stay awake. I have physically harmed myself in the effort to keep moving forward.
These thoughts don't even seem to sting together and make any sense.
That last sentence might not make any sense.
Oh well. This post, I realize, really isn't about anything. I just haven't posted in a while.
