Another Pre-dawn Posting

I'm too tired to post anything really, but if I don't write now, then the problem is that I won't have time again to post until... oh, I don't know... February. Wow, I think the actual thought of the amount of things I need to do today and haven't done yet just gave me my eighth headache. Or maybe it's the ninth. Hard to keep track as each one is less painful than the first.

Here I sit (on a hotel off of Sunset) quietly typing across the table from my pal Keaton. We must look like complete tools, each working feverishly on our respective blogs, making sure to get some thoughts down on "paper". I'm just tired enough to admit that I wouldn't be up typing this if he wasn't. We're competitive that way. But it works for our friendship to push each other in our writing endeavors. Even blogging.

So it's what? Like 4 days, maybe 5 until the Playwrights Festival launches and I get to watch five actors bring my characters to life. I surprisingly haven't posted much about "Separation Anxiety", but I will say that I'm stoked to see it. I know they've worked hard on this and on Friday I'm going to watch them perform a show that I wrote. Words that I typed. Characters I imagined. All realized. How amazing is that?

And that's about where I need to nap. I was truly going to type and type and expound upon the works of other talented playwrights who I'm fortunate enough to call my contempories and my friends. But that will have to wait. For it's becoming a task to keep my eyes open and sleep is overtaking me with such ---

--- such force that I actually just sat there with my eyes closed. I think I was almost in REM sleep, which yes, I know is hard to do so quickly, but I swear I was there. Almost.

I wonder if Keaton noticed. He seems determined to finish his post and I hope he can.

Me? It's now officially another day both here and somewhere in the Pacific Ocean as well. And I think there are places actually approaching Monday at this point.

... ... ... ...

And they're there... because I can't not look it up (the Internet is my drug of choice, thank you), I see that it's already Monday in New Zealand. That's terrifying. Just a little bit.

I smile now at thoughts of my bed. It's upstairs waiting patiently and I'm going to go now.

And sleep.
And dream.
And sleep some more.

Good morning, Auckland. Hope Monday is going well for you.