week from hell
i'm tired.
allow me to elaborate.
tuesday night: cinco de seis (most couldn't make it the night before) party at mike's till 2 or so.
wednesday: up at 7.30 to be to the school by 8 and then to charlotte by 9 for the first day of the recording session for the jazz ensemble cd. great studio. there for seven hours, finally leaving at 5. crashing at 8 or so, I actually ended up getting a lot of sleep that night. it was nice.
thursday: up at 7.30 again. this time there were only six hours of recording, but it was immediately followed by seven hours of work at the wing king. getting off around midnight, I was pretty pooped. of course, like a dumbass, I go to james' and end up staying until nearly four. asleep by five, this wasn't nearly enough time to prepare me for
friday: up at 7.30, third day in a row, but this time on two-ish hours of sleep. it wasn't easy. another six hour recording session, our last one. cd should be pretty ballin', by the way. again, work follows for seven hours, tho friday night is our busiest night so it was a lot busier. got our asses kicked, but made it anyway. I ran out -a lot- to bus tables and we ran out of tenders in the middle of rush, which meant I had to stop everything and cut more. talk about a penis to the eye socket. after work, of course, what do I do? go to a party! leaving around 2, I spend the next three hours at james' and then another two in may apartment playing guitar. by 7.30, with the sun and the birds already up and working, I figured I should go to sleep (but not before breakfast, of course).
saturday!: up at 11, a bit more sleep than the night before, but not much. straight out of bed, I go for three hours to the rope swing, which actually ended up giving me a pretty insane sunburn. by the time we got back, it was time to go back to work. saturday, last night of the week for wing king. at this point, I'm basically a zombie.
needless to say, walking home from work tonight, done until tuesday, I was relieved I had made it through without making too much of an ass of myself on account of my lack of sleep and, consequently, coherent thought. that is, until I realized just after getting back to my apartment that I had forgotten about driving to work and had to walk all the way back to wing king to get my car.
oh well.
allow me to elaborate.
tuesday night: cinco de seis (most couldn't make it the night before) party at mike's till 2 or so.
wednesday: up at 7.30 to be to the school by 8 and then to charlotte by 9 for the first day of the recording session for the jazz ensemble cd. great studio. there for seven hours, finally leaving at 5. crashing at 8 or so, I actually ended up getting a lot of sleep that night. it was nice.
thursday: up at 7.30 again. this time there were only six hours of recording, but it was immediately followed by seven hours of work at the wing king. getting off around midnight, I was pretty pooped. of course, like a dumbass, I go to james' and end up staying until nearly four. asleep by five, this wasn't nearly enough time to prepare me for
friday: up at 7.30, third day in a row, but this time on two-ish hours of sleep. it wasn't easy. another six hour recording session, our last one. cd should be pretty ballin', by the way. again, work follows for seven hours, tho friday night is our busiest night so it was a lot busier. got our asses kicked, but made it anyway. I ran out -a lot- to bus tables and we ran out of tenders in the middle of rush, which meant I had to stop everything and cut more. talk about a penis to the eye socket. after work, of course, what do I do? go to a party! leaving around 2, I spend the next three hours at james' and then another two in may apartment playing guitar. by 7.30, with the sun and the birds already up and working, I figured I should go to sleep (but not before breakfast, of course).
saturday!: up at 11, a bit more sleep than the night before, but not much. straight out of bed, I go for three hours to the rope swing, which actually ended up giving me a pretty insane sunburn. by the time we got back, it was time to go back to work. saturday, last night of the week for wing king. at this point, I'm basically a zombie.
needless to say, walking home from work tonight, done until tuesday, I was relieved I had made it through without making too much of an ass of myself on account of my lack of sleep and, consequently, coherent thought. that is, until I realized just after getting back to my apartment that I had forgotten about driving to work and had to walk all the way back to wing king to get my car.
oh well.