and dead.

I've actually hit a point beyond stress, in which no matter how many things go horribly wrong, I find it all hysterically funny. Paper due tomorrow on a topic I don't understand that I haven't started writing? HYSTERICALLY FUNNY. Show proposal? SO VERY HILARIOUS. Yet another designer backing out on me? OMG FUNNIEST THING EVAR. Lighting design to throw together this weekend with a ridiculously difficult staging? GREATEST COMEDY EVER WRITTEN. Presentation of completely different paper due Monday? NO REALLY CAN'T BREATHE TOO MUCH LAUGHING.

I can't tell if this is some previously unexplored level of zen, or if I'm actually going mad.

oy.

Oh, this essay is going to be a BITCH. I just spent, like, ten minutes writing and rewriting a SENTENCE. This is not normal for me. Then again, I usually have some basic understanding of what I'm writing about, but if you've ever encountered the writings of Antonin Artaud, you may well understand why I'm having so much difficulty just now. The man was batshit insane. Like, actually.

Also, I just remembered why I usually eat dinner late (like, after 9pm). This is because when I eat dinner at the normal time (6-ish), then by midnight I'm hungry again and, being the night owl that I am, still have several hours of wakefulness ahead of me. Especially when I'm going to be pulling an all-nighter to write an essay. I guess I should make dinner #2 now. (Then again, I almost never eat lunch. So I guess dinner #1 was lunch. At 6pm. Christ, my sleep schedule is weird.)