Fifty-four straight hours on the line, fifty of them spent awake. I'm dead tired but don't really feel like sleeping, despite the fact that I can't keep my eyes open. The Chez Dagobah finally blew down, so now the green tarp is just weighted to the ground. I was planning to sleep on Maul again, but the one-night ringers are fucking loud as shit. I don't know - I'm falling asleep again.

The one night I find a completely dry blanket and go to bed early, right? Fucking starts pouring. Fucking freezing.

So in the fourteen hours I was home, I slept twice as much as I had on my last night stint. Eight hours on the living room floor, then just enough time to discover I couldn't finish my costume by Wednesday, get drenched moving Paige out, take a shower, sleep another half-hour, then come back for the long haul. (Thirty-six hours - peanuts.) [Roommate] Samantha and Diane thought I'd died over the weekend; Paige had forgotten where I was or something. At any rate, I'm back, and happy to be here.

Steve totalled points, and I'm in fifth. :p I shouldn't be - I had 100 points more by my count, which probably just means I didn't get signed in for 8-1 shifts when I fell asleep at 7.

In retrospect, I was in such an odd, scary place last night. I'd lost my sense of time and place. I didn't know what day it was, and I seriously felt like I was in the suburbs somewhere - sleeping in the parking lot of a theatre surrounded by houses. I dozed off standing in the second floor Hilton bathroom and was so silently furious about being left unawakened when the rain started last night.

Forty-eight hours from now, we'll be in the theatre.

It's happening.

I'm not entirely sure why I'm writing now - just felt like it. I'm really in a terrific mood right now - two days to go, my stomach is full of food, and life is good, if strange. I'm getting fucking excited about opening night - costumed and fucking overjoyed. It's just as well that my collar won't be done, since they're predicting 15 mph winds in the rest of the city. As it is, I may have to find someone with a bag to hold my tan sweater during pictures; hopefully this'll fit in my white bag, or else I'll likely end up buying a little book to bring. Of all days, Thursday, May 16 is the one for which this'll be most valuable.