Because we all know there’s nothing worse than NOT keeping it up.

I was awake last night until 4am, despite a pep talk with my insomnia about how I’d let her hang out as late as she wanted because I could sleep until 10:30. I thought the subtle reverse psychology might compel her to allow a much-needed 8 hours of rest, but apparently she’s a TOTAL BITCH who DOESN’T HAVE AN OUNCE OF COMPASSION IN HER COLD BLACK SOUL.

Anyway.

The only thing that made me feel better about my shitty sleep and ensuing morning anti-brain was the fact that our entire crew woke up this morning with hangovers. (Actually, our soundman seemed OK, which I attribute this to his stalwart nature and freakishly extreme water consumption. Also actually,”our crew” is actually JUST our cameraman and soundman, but I prefer power in imaginary numbers. But my boss almost cut his ear off while shaving, so I’ve at least got a 3/4 majority in terms of being completely out-of-it.) I drifted through the entire morning in a pleasantly hallucinatory state of arrest, and spent our 3-hour drive to Fargo drifting in and out of a not-horrible unawake state.

Mind you, this is not to say that I actually slept in the car. It would be more accurate to say that I arranged my body in a series of mildly comfortable positions, closed my eyes, and didn’t move until I started having muscle spasms. I was riding in the middle seat in the back of a minivan, with two other adults and a camera the size of a small child, so you go ahead and figure out just how restful that could possibly be.

I am seriously so fucking exhausted, but I think that I’ve forgotten how to fall asleep. It’s pretty awesome. Plus, I’m not-sleeping in Fargo, ND, which makes me a little more excited about everything. It’s a nice change from all the not-sleeping I was doing in Boston, and, not to jinx myself, but at least I haven’t seen any sunrises. Yet.