There are times in life when you're simply tired--and then there are those rare times that you are so tired that even going to sleep seems like a chore. Currently, I'm past the point where sleeping seems like a chore, I'm so tired I'm functioning on auto-pilot, waiting to pass out.

I got up at 5:45 this morning because my school had a fieldtrip to the local theme park. Only it's not that local because it takes like 2 hours to get there. So forget I called it local. It's more like in the same state. Whatever. Anywhoo--so we went to the amusement park and rode a mess of rollercoasters. It's always fun to get to the very top of a rollercoaster [while riding with a good guy friend of yours] and then spotting the guy in your class whose ex-girlfriend of the guy you're sitting next to cheated on with. Needless to say some inappropriate words were screamed as we went down the hill. It was rather hilarious. I walked around the park for a good 6 hours on only about 4 hours of sleep, though. A couple of my friends and I had to leave early to come back to my hometown. The girl who gave me a ride home had to drive back for her husband's college graduation, and I had dress rehearsal for ballet recital. I got back to the school at 4. Grabbed an apple and a water bottle and kicked my tail into gear to get over to the auditorium so that I could try to bathe myself in the sink of a nasty, auditorium bathroom. Bad idea. But I digress.

So, I went to go prepare for rehearsal for the first show. During that show, I have to babysit the kids I used to teach dance to. Of course, I have to run backstage with them, position them onstage before the dance starts, ect. It's all rather annoying. We have 'parent reps' that are supposed to do all this. But, of course, my parent rep was incompetant. Great. Fabulous. Just what I needed. So I was the one hounded with all the questions of "Miss Ink, can I go get some water?" "Miss Ink, can I go to the bathroom?" "Miss Ink!! I gotta pee real bad!!" or "Miss Ink, my costume isn't on right." "Miss Ink, I'm in the next dance and I don't have the proper costume on, I need to go change come with me?" "Miss Ink, my throat is scratchy, I think I'm getting sick..." Yes. My stress level went through the roof. And so I just left. I had to go dance, so I told my useless parent rep "I need to go put my costume on, and go dance. Watch them." The rehearsal for show two wasn't as bad. Mainly because I didn't have to watch more than a dozen bratty kids. I stuffed McDonalds chicken and a McFlurry into my mouth in record time and then sat there, feeling like I was going to die. And then I came home.

So I was gone from my house since 6:45 this morning and FINALLY got back at about 9. Needless to say, I'm dead tired. But, I'm the kind of tired where I feel like I can't sleep. AUGH. I just want to go to sleep. I just want to be able to put my head on my pillow, close my eyes and for a couple of hours slip off into La-La Land. But no. I can't sleep. INSOMNIA. FAIL.