So this is week three of working myself to a nub and averaging 6.5 hours of sleep a night. The lack of sleep is starting to affect me mentally, emotionally, and physically.
I didn’t think my senior year would be like this. I didn’t think it would be this stressful. I’m the communications officer for our theater company, our theater’s ITS troupe, and for our chapter of Future Business Leaders of America (FBLA). Not to mention I’m sound master for MTC. I’m the person they call to run sound for plays, musicals, talent shows, choir concerts, the Spanish concert, etc. I also have a job; I work between 14 and 18 hours a week. I have to keep my hours up because I’m paying for my trip to Paris in March. Also on top of all of that, I have a lot of homework. (I thought for some strange reason it would be fun to take AP Economics. Ha. No.)
I just need a break from life. I’m getting too drowsy behind the wheel. I need someone else take the wheel for a day so I could sleep. Even when I get the opportunity to go to bed early, I don’t take it. I can’t. My mind races 24 hours a day and 7 days a week.
At this point, I’m throwing my hands in the air and waving the white flag. It is what it is.
Pre show playlist update: I was told to take Tom Petty out of the pre show playlist… I’m not too happy about that, so I’m going to put it back. No reason to take it out.