December 14th, 2002

compton

I am a machine...

8:15 to 9:00 Commute through hellish Boston morning traffic
9:00 to 5:00 Hellish job
5:00 to 6:15 Commute home through hellish FRIDAY traffic
6:15 to 6:20 Change
6:20 to 7:00 Subway downtown, walk to Donahoe Building at Suffolk
7:30 to 9:45 Show!
9:45 to 10:29 Subway back to Somerville, run to Elm Street Theater
10:30 to Midnight Show!

Sleep now.

OH! And at the first show, I ran into old friends that I'd not seen in like... FOUR YEARS! Rob wrote one of the 12 plays that went up tonight. YAY!

me
bed now
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    exhausted exhausted
compton

The gas tank is empty yet somehow we keep moving along...

I am exhausted. Physically. Emotionally. Psychically. Any kind of exhausted I can be, I am.

And I'm still moving.

I'm surrounded by this six inch layer of invisible psychic cotton, which is dulling my perceptions, and keeping me from reacting overly quickly.

And I'm still moving.

There is this well inside me that just seems to keep bleeding enough energy into my system to keep me functioning at exactly the level I need to be at. Now I'm home, it's 11:00, and it's reduced to a slow drip. Drip. Drip.

Once again, I seem to have overextended myself. Spread myself micro thin. But everything is holding together.

Except this head cold that's started.

Ahhh, the wonders of cheese--err I mean-- the wonders of being driven to be creative. :)

me
Must. Get. Healthy.
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    drained drained