This is how tired I am...
I'm juggling a bunch of projects now-- both at work and in my personal writing life-- so a typical day like yesterday had me go to the gym at 6:30am, shoot to work, shoot to the circus school, shoot home where Steve (thankfully) made dinner and I scarfed it down in 15 minutes, then shoot out to a meeting with an artist friend whom I'm working with on a project.
By the time I get home, I'm beat. But I still have to pack lunch for the next day, pack my gym bag, spend maybe 5 minutes with Steve, etc.
Then this morning, after my Fags on Bags boxing class, I discovered something in the locker room: I forgot to pack a shirt. So the only thing I could wear to the office was a sweaty T. That meant I had to shoot to Ross Dress for Less (Why pay department store prices?), grab a shirt, run to the office and begin my day. Ironically, two people have complimented my shirt thus far.
Anyway, today was even busier because at 10am the presale tickets for Kylie Minogue at the Hollywood Bowl went on sale! So Steve was on one computer at his office, I'm at mine. He's using the fan club password, I'm using our Amex, and damned if we didn't get 4 box seats each, in the front. He's close to the stage, I'm further back but center. We have enough friends who will want to buy the extras so we're not stressed about the purchase.
Strange, isn't it? As exhausted as I was getting here this morning, knowing I had to buy a shirt and all that, I'm pretty pumped right now.