Tired

So this is my week for rock and roll - through Monday - a concert every night except for Sunday. That's the plan right now, anyway. (Side note - remember how I said I wasn't going to do that? Heh.) Of course I'm still working every day, and all of the shows take place about 2.5 hours from where I live. Which means that I went to bed around 3:00 a.m. last night. I'm actually sort of curious, in a clinically detached way, to find out if I can physically keep this up. Only time will tell!

I may voluntarily drink coffee for the first time ever right now. Not that people are often attempting to tie me up and pour coffee down my throat, but I've been in situations where politeness dictated that I at least pretend. But at this point, I'm ready to mainline caffeine.