Exhausted

There was a cool-sounding party tonight with lots of pink fizz (one of my favourite drinks), but I'm happy to be home, sipping my second cup of vanilla-camomile-honey tea.

Yes, it's a wild night in Bethville, folks. What can I say? I am absolutely exhausted. Had a story due Monday, then ended up agreeing to do three days of shifts at a newspaper (well, tabloid) that's appeared in a Beatles song -- and given the paper's lack of regard for facts, probably a Beatles or McCartney lawsuit. Which meant I had to get up circa 4 am to find, write and file a daily story I'm contracted to do for a website in the US all before getting to the newspaper office all the way across town by 10 am. Ugh.

And none of the nights could I come home and collapse – Tuesday I had (free) theatre tickets to see Enron. I nearly did skip it out of exhaustion, but I'm so glad I didn't – it was one of the most amazing, thought-provoking nights I've spent at the theatre in a long time. (And as someone who has just begun writing about business, I am in awe of how the playwright made the subject gripping, especially because we all know the outcome.) Wednesday I squeezed in a mini-workout, because I've spent far too much time sitting over the past several days. And yesterday I had my hilarious English dance class – very disappointed that the tutor was not wearing her ridiculous barrettes shaped like treble clefs. (Hey, I'm American – do you think I could get away with asking her where she bought them?) Every night I'd come home and try to get a jump on finding an idea for the next morning's story. Then I'd crawl into bed just north of midnight.

Lather, rinse, repeat. Can't believe I used to work hours much worse than that all the time. Also can't believe it has been more than a year since I worked in an office. (I had a huge moment of gratitude standing in front of my closet Tuesday morning for the fact that everything in it still fits, so at least a spur-of-the-moment office job doesn't inspire the clothing panic it might have at one point.)
Anyway, I'm quite pleased I got through the whole experience without resorting to extra food (it can be shockingly easy to rationalize extras when I'm tired), let alone bingeing. I'm also thrilled I didn't dive back into the diet Coke – I've now gone 32 days without it! (Also today managed to complete one of the Social Workout challenges I set for myself: 1,000 pushups and 1,000 crunches. No, not all in one day!)

Sorry for the lackluster post -- can't say I feel much like writing after a whole week of churning out copy at all hours, so... Today's gratitude list: 1. The mini-massage one of the trainers gave me after kickboxing today – bliss. 2. That the super-cute deeply-discounted heels I tried on today (for the record, popped into shop to thaw my hands more than anything else) did not fit – and so I couldn't buy them. (Do not need more shoes.) 3. Email from Peridot that made me laugh, as she almost always does.