Ouch, and ah...

First - I've been working for the past, oh, 12 hours. Spent about 4 of those hauling and climing 8 foot ladders to hoist the lights up and attach the lanterns. Spent another four decorating everything else: table clothes, centerpieces, stage lights, ribbons, candles, food, drink, music and dancefloor. Then spent the last 4 hours on my feet mingling and making sure everything was going okay and everyone had plenty of food and drink and was having a good time. On the one hand, I'm happy that Twilight in the Garden was such a sucess, but on the other hand I'm fucking nackered now. I think a combination of a few beers, lots of delicious food, no sleep for three days, and working for 12 hours straight has conspired to make me into a zombie. And I'm sitting here typing this falling asleep. Ugh.

Also, tomorrow I need to make at the very least two trips to the apartment, finish my paper that was due last week, and study for/take my substance abuse final. And then I'll be done done DONE! with this year. Insert obligatory energyless happy dance here.

Also, Chris is flying in tomorrow night. I'm kind of excited; I hope I get to see him/talk to him/hang out with him at least a little. Despite everything, he'll always be a part of me and I'll always care about him.

And now I'm passing out, so...g'nite.

p.s. I *swear* I'll get to replying to comments before the next millenium. I really will.