Gah

I prob­a­bly should­n’t post, as I’m not sure I’m very coher­ent. But hey, it’s my jour­nal. And you can mock me if I’m unintelligible.

Some­how, today got real­ly over­sched­uled. We left here at 9am, picked up the altered dance cos­tumes, then met the clean­ers at rid­inrab­bit’s house. (She’s at work dur­ing the day, so I go let them in when she has the place cleaned). Next up was an ortho­don­tist vis­it for the girl.

Then we dashed across town, got to the dance spe­cial­ty place for a vital bit of under­pin­ning need­ed before the 6:30 dance pic­tures. Next up was a trip to Three-13 for a make-up appli­ca­tion. The girl is learn­ing to do make-up, but things are dif­fer­ent for pho­tos and I did­n’t feel up to doing it.

We ran to Tar­get to get yet anoth­er final bit of cos­tum­ing, and on to the actu­al pic­tures. I need­ed to get to two doc­tors’ offices to pick up paper­work but did­n’t make it before 5.

I real­ize that this does­n’t sound like much unless you know Atlanta. From here to rid­inrab­bit’s place is 32 miles. It’s about 20 miles from her place to the ortho­don­tist’s office. From there to the dance sup­ply store, anoth­er 40 miles. Now, it’s only 6 miles from there to the salon, and just 15 from the salon to the next store. Then there are anoth­er 20 miles to the dance stu­dio, and 12 miles back home.

And all 145 miles of it was in love­ly Atlanta traf­fic. Okay, okay—coming back from the dance stu­dio at 9 pm was­n’t ter­ri­bly crowd­ed, but there was traffic.

All that after not get­ting to sleep til almost 4 am. I was in bed, just could­n’t sleep.

I can’t real­ly do 12 hour days. Or, I can obvi­ous­ly be awake that long, but I can’t han­dle 12 hours straight of go go go.

I got home and collapsed—couldn’t get warm, had a fever, was shak­ing, etc. My body goes into a mild form of shock that hits when I push myself too far, and I did that today.

Sam tucked me in and fed me, so now I’ve got the PC on for the first time today. Not for long, though. Hope­ful­ly, I can actu­al­ly sleep tonight.

Don’t go feel­ing sor­ry for me, though. I got to spend most of 12 hours with one of my favorite peo­ple in the world. shad­owkatt is good company.