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I'm back at work, workin' all day and seeing a show this evening, so I give up on getting home before midnight. My life is so exciting, and there's so little sleep in it.

Actually there's tons of sleep, because most days now I come home and nap for hours on end, but it doesn't feel like enough at one o'clock in the afternoon with twelve more hours ahead of me. At least tomorrow I don't have work, so I'm going to spend the time getting ready for next week, when my only day off is Monday.

Considering I only have three pairs of really wearable trousers, the laundry situation could get interesting.

I had more intelligent things to say than the above, but then I had work for three hours and now my brain is dribbling out my ears.

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I'm home. Sweet god, why don't directors ever cut Shakespeare? I'm the first to step up and kick ass for WS, but that's not to say he didn't throw in a handful of awkward, boring monologues from time to time.

I honestly don't know how I'm going to get through the next few weeks. I'm exhausted and antsy all the time because there's so much I'm not doing, and I'm still coming down from the Hiatusfic because I'm still posting it. I have all this guilt over LC and my original work and whether people are going to defriend the journal because it's not HP-centric anymore. And that's not fishing -- I know people are here for more than Potter, but I love the Cafe and I want it to be the Cafe and not fall apart or something.

I know it's just tiredness talking, and I don't want to freak anyone out because physically and mentally I'm okay, or at least not any worse off than I have been at times in the past. I'm not going drawing tomorrow, either -- I said I'd work a shift for a coworker who has a Really Important Callback, and also working tomorrow lets me off the hook for working a late evening on Saturday.

There's a guy on staff I call Front Of House Guy because he works in the more ushering-patron-services area, and he wanted to go out drinking tonight because he's been pining after this dude for a week and just realised it's because the dude reminds him of someone he dated two years ago. I managed to wrangle him into getting lunch tomorrow instead, but I'm sort of dreading it. I'm not very good at saying the right thing at the right time. That's why I write fiction, goddammit.

Anyhow. I'm carrying on, there's a new House on my HD waiting to be watched, and I can still sleep in tomorrow. So life is okay. :)