I’ve got so much to do and today was supposed to be one of my most productive, but I am exhausted. And I can’t. I went to bed last night at 10:30, knowing that I’d need all my wits about me today and then I was woken up out of a dead sleep twice — at 12:30 and 1:50 — by a screaming Who, who was still half-asleep and unable to tell me what was wrong. Then, at 6:30, he was in my room, waking me up for the day. That was not enough sleep and I’m fucked. Seriously.
Yesterday was an awesome day, full of adventure, but we both crashed at the end of it. The Who hasn’t napped in months, but he totally sacked out in the car and I, after setting him up with a show and tucking him in next to me on the train, was surely snoring out loud.
I need to paint. I need to work. I need to do a lot more than watch 16 and Pregnant.