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It's almost over.
I can feel it. The ability to relax returning. Three more shows this week, and then I'm back to being able to sleep in 43% of the week. I can feel it coming. It will be good.
In the meanwhile, I've got to do some laundry and try to see the Cowboy Bebop movie at the Nuart, before it disappears (which it will likely do on Thursday; it's only playing at the local art house). I'm not going to worry to much about the latter, though. I don't need to sacrifice my sleep again.
Speaking of sleep, a week of catching only twenty winks, culminating in a day that lasted almost thirty-six hours, led me to sleep for about nineteen hours on Sunday. Yeah. That's a lot. I really don't want to do that again.
What I do want to do is get my Easter Party organized. I need to send out invites, etc., and figure out what to do for the Egg Hunt.
And I'd like to journal some more too. Wouldn't that be nice?
In the meanwhile, I've got to do some laundry and try to see the Cowboy Bebop movie at the Nuart, before it disappears (which it will likely do on Thursday; it's only playing at the local art house). I'm not going to worry to much about the latter, though. I don't need to sacrifice my sleep again.
Speaking of sleep, a week of catching only twenty winks, culminating in a day that lasted almost thirty-six hours, led me to sleep for about nineteen hours on Sunday. Yeah. That's a lot. I really don't want to do that again.
What I do want to do is get my Easter Party organized. I need to send out invites, etc., and figure out what to do for the Egg Hunt.
And I'd like to journal some more too. Wouldn't that be nice?