Tonight I am exhausted. It's been the thing lately, I realize this, but tonight I am really gone. We have been rehearsing for a cabaret which opens tomorrow, and all of us have been at it to the point where we just cannot retain any more. Honestly, I do not know why I am so exhausted. I was always a night owl who could also get up early and work some insane morning job. Not any more. Perhaps it's just bad habit, dragging myself out of bed each morning. I hear the voice of a parent in my head: You don't want to feel groggy? I'll give you something to feel groggy about--hit that snooze button again!'.And so, tomorrow I shall endeavor to rise upon first hearing of the alarm. It will not be pleasant. The kittens, which are alerted by the alarm that their person is awake and can thus pet them half-consciously will not understand when I rise as soon as they hit the spread. But we must all bear under this burden. I have of late lost my mornings to floundering nearsleep, and I will take them back. Which means I have to hit it. Now.
This has been brought to you under the influence of anything I could find, literally.
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