it's the not the way you throw your clothes upon the bedroom floor

[vaudevilles]

So today makes six days in a row that I've left the house before 9am and gotten back after working at least a twelve hour day. Three of those days were pushing sixteen hours. I love theatre (and the show is really going off) but now I'm all spinny and only capable of two syllable words.

So. Tired bad. Chris pretty. Ergo GIP.

And oh my god. How do I have REO Speedwagon's "I Can't Fight This Feeling" on my iPod? This was my emo!song when I was 14. Abort major flashbacks! Abort!