oh my...

i just typed up a four page rough draft. i am exhausted. my brain, poor thing, puttered out long ago. i don't know where those last two pages came from but i know i'll be ashamed of them tomorrow when i re-read what i wrote.

just felt like stopping by to wind-down, but i've already crashed, so i guess that isn't really necessary.

this weekend is going to be a nightmare:
saturday: Los Angeles Times Festival of Books from 7:00am-5:oopm
i am working at the booth for the bookstore. from what i hear its going to be hectic and wet. and we live an hour away from UCLA where its going to be, so that means we have to be on the road by 6 am at the latest.

saturday: church at 5:30pm since i won't be able to go on sunday

saturday: home by 6:30 (hopefully) freshen up a bit and then smile and begin to greet the 25some guests coming over to our house for my sister and her fiance's engagement party.

who knows when i'll get to bed then.

sunday: at UCLA for the second day of the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books. call time: 8:00am. it will end sometime around 5:00.

sunday: go to torrance for my aunt's surprise birthday party at 7:00pm. we think she might get proposed to but mum's the word.

i don't know how i'm going to do it, but i've done it before. junior year of highschool i had two shows to perform in around christmas time. the Sound of Music and the annual Madrigal Feast. rehearsals occurred right after each other. one week i performed every night at the Huntington Beach library. second week, i performed all week at the Anaheim Convention center. this includes set up and breakdown. also during the second week, we had to sing for the Advent Masses. i remember falling asleep in the dressing room and waking up just in time to put on my stage makeup.

but it was good times. i'm excited about the book festival because i've never been to one before--i just hope i can keep my head level. there was another signing at the bookstore on wednesday and if the festival is anything like that hectic day, i'll have to keep my wits about me.

goodnight, sweet dreams...