So, I have to go to bed at a decent time tonight!!!

This “night owl” is turning over a new leaf!

Each night I act like I’m on vacation - not an adult with adult responsibilities…

And every morning at 5:30 or so, I feel like…well, horrible.

The training at the theater went well - so many people…it was wonderful! Then we had to pick up random supplies at Wal-Mart. (…I couldn’t find gaffers tape, though.)

Then, at the check-out Byron was saying “what’s wrong?” and he sounded like he was in a tunnel and with that weird slow-motion voice…I couldn’t feel my face, and everything looked wavy…

I was able to sit down before I hit the floor - How embarrassing!! The man on the bench next to me kept giving me weird looks - but he didn’t look that hot either!

Anyway, I’ve spent the last few hours folding and packing up t-shirts - the new “LOVE WINS” ones are so cool - and I’m still feeling strange…

…so, I am going to bed at a decent hour, even if it kills me - it might because I can’t stand going to sleep! My motto has always been, “I’ll sleep when I’m dead…or in the morning…why waste a perfectly good night by sleeping!?” (Man, I’m wordy - even in my mottoes!)

But, that’s not a very adult attitude, I know…

…especially if I don’t want to cause a raucous at the Super Wal-Mart!

So, tonight I’ll think peaceful thoughts, listen to New Age music, and tell myself in a very soothing voice, “You’re feeling sleepy…very, very sleepy…”

…and maybe, just maybe it will work.

If not, the people in the front of the theater might want to keep one eye open as they worship, and keep their ears open for someone yelling, “Man down…I mean, way-too-tall-blonde down in front!!”

I probably should wear my zebra print jacket so they can see me coming and get out of the way.

I’m gonna go now and begin thinking sleepy thoughts.

(Even though I still have to wash laundry, highlight my hair, bedazzle…everything, and wash my purse dog (he got into something stinky today…)…maybe I’ll sleep on Monday!)

Sweet dreams-ish…peace.