I've been waking up incredibly fatigued every day this week. Today I figured instead of sleeping in an extra hour, I'd go out for breakfast, and the coffee would keep me awake.

So now I'm still sleepy and fatigued, and my tummy is upset from too much coffee.

Why am I in this room?

I'm supposed to be in a) the bathroom or b) the kitchen or c) putting clothes away in the bedroom or d) getting ready for tonight's show. But I am not. And I am too sleepy to work out what I came in here for and what I'm supposed to do.

Instead you are all here in my box, and it's very entertaining.

Okay, I am leaving this room. Coffee ahoy.

Cashmere, you are an amazingly tolerant wife.

Maybe she just hasn't yet found out where he hid the sledgehammer?

I'm sleepy because my bedroom was incredibly hot last night, and I kept waking up sweaty. Sexy!

I am super super glad it's Friday.

Why am I in this room?

It's too early for existentialism!

I've had to get used to a fan, because Boy can't sleep without one. But it still wakes me up when it's in my face sometimes. He moves it when I'm asleep, thinking I'm lying about how I can feel from the other side of the bed, then I wake up and complain, so he moves it back... it's a whole thing.

I'm sleepy because the humidity was keeping D awake. He wasn't even crying, just lying in his Amby chattering to himself...at 3-freaking-AM....

He's very lucky he's so cute. Gronk.

cashmere - you have a toddler... there is a solution to the projection alarm clock. It needs to become the evil Projecto, which can only be destroyed with flour, water, and soap.

not that we want our kids learning any new tricks, but....

Okay, that worked. Leaving the room meant I remembered. Weather report, UPS tracking. And I managed to make it to both the bathroom and the kitchen, so I'm more comfortable and have a pot on the boil.

Results: weather is up to 76 this afternoon, but 51 by the time we're performing. It's 55 now. Velvet jacket it is! UPS - on its way. Get here, UPS! I need my contourwear keyhole longsleeve top in violet! I know you screwed up and shipped it to the wrong place, but if you can find me now before I leave to set the stage, I will forgive you (especially since Orvis already refunded my overnight fees).

Okay, coffee and homemade toaster pancakes next. Then I shall have the energy I need to tackle the day.

eta:

It's too early for existentialism!

No, see? It's never too early for existentialism!

So when I was out for breakfast this morning, a woman sat in the booth next to mine. I didn't get a good look at her, but I noticed the book she was reading had all sorts of graphs and equations and derivatives. So as I was waiting to pay my bill I struck up a conversation with her. Her book was some classic on aerodynamic theory, and she was telling me about some aerodynamic equation and what the first, second, third and fourth order derivatives represented.

I'd almost be tempted to ask her out, but I don't think I could get past the "missing most of her teeth" thing. I guess I'm just shallow....

But seriously, I felt bad for her. She's missing all her front teeth, which made her somewhat difficult to understand. I got the impression she was lonely, as she was really eager to talk to me.