It's Friday morning. The last time I slept (with the exception of one 2.5 hour power nap) was Tuesday night. I woke up Wednesday at 6 am, went to my day job working with dancing kids, got home around 1:30 pm, changed, showered, brushed my teeth, went straight to an overnight film shoot from 4:30 pm to 5:40 am, walked into my apartment at 6:17 am Thursday morning, flossed, brushed my teeth, changed, left my apartment at 6:33 am, went back to my day job working with dancing kids (where one shouted out "you're fun!" to me, and I refrained from saying he should see me when I'm not a zombie), got home early at 12:23 pm, showered, ate my first actual meal since Tuesday night, slept from about 2 pm until 4:30 pm, left my apartment at 5 pm for another overnight shoot on the film, where it is currently 7:22 am Friday morning. I have fallen asleep on the subway approximately 10 times in the last couple days. I have broken my ceramic toothbrush holder, knocked over the Swiffer, knocked over all my makeup at least once, hit my elbow on the hallway corner about 5 times (the wall moved; I'm sure of it), dropped my backpack... but fortunately I've not lost any dancing kids. Today when I walk in my door I can actually sleep until the afternoon (when I have another overnight). Oh and I have a couple ballet performances next week... not to mention the rehearsals for it.
The glamorous life of a struggling artist.
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