I am so tired. So, so tired. I know I shouldn't whine about a position I put myself into, but the exhaustion is now deeper than my bones - it has penetrated to some inner spaceless dimension beyond my bones - and I feel like a cigarette that has been smoked past the filter.
I had seven hours' sleep last night, a decent amount, but the night before I had less than three because of my Henry V assignment, and today I performed Juliet once each at a high school and a middle school in Reading. I cried during both performances, which I normally consider something of an achievement, but the second time I think the tears came only partly because I was in character and mostly because I was exhausted and didn't want to get up off the ground and say my lines or do the next scene. I'm thinking of those war movies in which soldiers weep as they push themselves to physical extremes in bootcamps or struggle through Vietnamese jungles in the pouring rain with their legs blown off.
Immediately afterwards, I had to an English class and a Spanish class (I miraculously managed to talk our Spanish teacher into postponing our exam until Wednesday - Melissa's silver tongue strikes again), and there's school work I need to do tonight, but my brain will not cooperate.
I'm all right! I'm just complaining. A girl can complain, can't she? That's what blogs are for, aren't they?