...I'm exhausted.
The past week has been incredibly stressful. Having to carve out two hours a day to spend in that freezing window really hampered my fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants lifestyle. It's been especially hard because I haven't had much to do the past three days. I have finished all of the pieces for the concert!
When I started this project, I thought that it would be hard to get started but that I would quickly get used to it. But that's not really how it worked. The excitement of starting a new project fueled the first couple of weeks, and as the pieces started coming, this continued to fuel me. After three weeks, though, I was just getting tired. I was being successful writing, but this was at the expense of my non-musical life. I didn't have time to take care of my normal errands (I went a whole week with almost no food in my apartment because I could find time to go to the grocery store), I have a whole stack of bills to pay tomorrow, and, worst of all, I haven't been able spend enough time with my friends. I've been feeling sort of distant and alienated, and the stress has made me really irritable and dickish. These were some effects that I hadn't really anticipates.
I just need a good, long night's sleep, but, of course, there is no time for that! I have to get to rehearsal in less than two hours, and I'm playing at the RecordBar tonight with the Blackhouse Improvisors' Collective. Plus, there is still plenty of work to do for the concert on Friday - rehearsals, advertising, set-up, figuring out and making a program, etc. Someday though ... someday ... I will catch up on some sleep.