I Am So Very Tired

Okay, I have a night off, the laundry's done, I can't work up any energy to clean, and I'm too tired to write anything real. So, of course, time to blog.  The show is going great.  I've got a wonderful ASM (that's assistant stage manager to you squares)  and most of the conflict is over minor stuff and there's not that much of it anyway, even if the costume designer's gone a bit loopy. Tech starts Friday, and then I'll actually have a reason to feel dog-tired all the time. I'm going to try to ease off the caffeine the next few days so that when I actually need it, it will do something. Like right now. 

My mom's birthday is tomorrow, so I will very guiltily slip her card in the mail, since I didn't get to it this weekend.  I have to figure out when to call her. I've also decided that since I won't see my mother until May, I'm going to combine her birthday and Mother's Day gifts, and get her something nice. Maybe this means I'm a lazy slut, but I'd rather be there to give it to her than have something sit on the porch while my mom is out making sure the sun comes up in West Wassippee, Wyoming. Which is what she's doing tomorrow. 

I think I'll go to bed now, before I waste the money I spend on my shrink by writing a full-blown confession here. Stay tuned for play information.