For the Love of All That's Holy!

It's friggin' 12:30am. I have to be up in 5 hours to get ready to meet the cast; to leave for the airport. I can't sleep. I can't sleep. I can't sleep! To top it all off, I was so close and then woke myself up w/ some strange grunt. I don't have the capability to sleep on aircraft; it's too damn cramped. Why now? Why am I having these recent bouts of insomnia? Stupid mind. Time to check it out and get a new one, perhaps. I don't want to resort to some sort of sleeping drugs, but this is getting ridiculous. Maybe the fake glass bottle that is broken over my head in the show could be replaced by a real one. Then maybe I'd be able to sleep for once! UGH!

I think it's becoming clear that I NEED to get a job. My inner clock and my own sanity seem to be in jeopardy of twisting and turning, cuz I apparently don't have enough to fill my time or to ensure that my body is getting worked during the day, thus resulting in the absolute need to sleep through the night. Or it's just the stress I'm experiencing w/ the show/tour. Really.

SLEEP, SLEEp, SLEep, SLeep, Sleep, sleep.zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz