It's all my own fault...

I'm tired as hell. But it's all my own fault. Too much not sleeping and pushing myself until I break.

Not enough hours in the day to work, sleep, see everyone I want to see, write, sing, shower, eat, play, live. No wonder actors always seem tired if you meet them in der flesha.

Kept trying to do stuff all week, and just ended up not doing what I needed to. Just stayed up late, got up early, went to work, continued training our new guy (who is coming along nicely...and amazing how it went from "Oh, I'll take care of training him" to "Oh, Anthony, why don't you help him out until he takes off his training wheels?" Well, duh. I've trained the last THREE of them to do this, why not this one?), got home and wasted time doing stuff that I needed to get done, but not enough.

Gah.

THURSDAY was wonderful. No having to kick ass, and then, after work, met up with leirehte aka Crazy Cool Maggie and her friend Eleanor (cuz that's how I spell it) for dinner at PalaminoRestaurant up in West LA. Good food accented by fun conversation--including some stuff that really wasn't dinner conversation. Like Messy Orgasms (How we got there from Shakespeare, I'll never know), funky looking people and how to spot them. And some other stuff that I just can't remember, cuz I'm too pooped at the moment. But all funny. OH! Trying to make each other snarf expensive food! Yeah.

got home late and stayed up. Got up and ran a crazy day on Friday at work. Mom and Grandma had got back ass early AM on friday from out at the casino. Grandma hit for something like $1200...and they're going back right now. Anyrate, I got through a day of insanity, and then turned around and went out again, after watching a really neat bio-mentary on Bing Crosby with the grandma.

Lit out to Undergournd, because I had multiple folks pulling for me to go, and I wanted to dance, dance, dance, and it was en route to another party that I was supposed to attend. So I did. And stayed, and got confused again (that place seems to do that with me), and had many meetings, and wasn't tipsy at all. Stayed til 2am.

Made my way to just outside of Downtown LA (3rd and Silverlake? Where the fuck was I? *shrug*) for what was supposed to be an all night afterours thing. S'posed to be bands and dancing and booze until 6am. Not going to stay that late, but going to show for little while.

Met up with Sarah and her friend there and stood around listening to the Alanis Morrisett-ish chick and being kinda un-impressed, and had a cocktail. Chatted on couch, rooted through purses, met some random folks, and a plethora of personalities. Said goodbyes as it started to die out (hey, the DJ left!) and walked the ladies to their cars and headed out home. 4amish.

Got home *I think* about 4:30 or so, and crashed out.

Awoken by a scrambling mom who wanted me to move the car, as she had to be at a Spanish class by 9am. I believe it was something like 8:15 or so. Already hot outside. Why. Crawled back in the bed at 8:30, and woke up in a panic at 9:35, threw on clothes and sped down to Long Beach to help Bri Bri and Nellie get the first leg of their move done.

Lemme say, I'm going to cash in all my moving chips at some point soon, and there are many who shall (read: better) come and help me! Couches, Chairs, Bed, refrigerator, washer and dryer, multiple dressers. All day. ALL day. Fifteen supervisors. That drill. Moved back out of U-Haul and into his grandma's garage and back room, where things will be stored for the second part of their move.

I am not helping with that.

Drove around with Bri Bri helping him run errands while everyone else ate lunch. Got back to their former place, and helped move last of stuff down to U-Haul Truck. Dropped Brian off at car dealership for him to pick up car from earlier errand, and pumped the Prince REALLY FUCKING LOUD as you should always with Prince. I mean, who doesn't like "His Royal Nasty"? It is a hoot to see Brian doin' his Prince rip. Quite.

Said Adieus and crawled on the freeway home--as always happens when I'm exhausted.

I am greeted in Spanish by Mom, and hugged by grandma, and shown to food. Love family. And then they whisk away to Indian Gaming Casino. Damn. Maybe she'll hit all 6 numbers this time and not just 4. Freaking would have had $22K had she done it. Poop.

And here I sit now, writing. Being stupid about this, when I could be eating, or sleeping, or showering.

And in (EGADS!) Four hours, I'll be BACK OUT at Hang The DJ's REALLY dancing my ass off, because I so need to. Sooooooo need to. Wanna really DANCE as I haven't in a long while. Sweat and Dance--fuck all with the drinking--just BOOGIE. Liver needs a rest, and the legs need a workout.

And Ricardo is driving. Which makes me happy. Good. Also means that I can just pass out later. That will be good. Yessss, my precious...gooood...

Okay. Time to Carb up. KFC and lotsa water. Yay fat!