"There went the electric bill"

I love the intoxication of new-found passion, but I don't think my body can handle that and tech week.
Thank goodness tech week ends on Saturday.

I love individuals. I love the way they look different, act different, think different. I love the way they all are their own persons. As long as I have individuals to meet, to explore, I think I'll never tire of getting up in the morning.
My body, however, seems to disagree with me. It may be a subtle hint that month after month of setting up, teching and then striking shows is begining to take it toll, and that maybe, just maybe, I should actually put forth an effort to not death myself. I'm sure I'll listen eventually.

I'd write, think through words on this screen, philosophize and analyze, but I have places to be and people to see and still I lack pants. I should remedy this.