AUGH WHAT

SO YOU GUYS REMEMBER THAT BOOK THING?

THE AGENT WANTS TO SEE THE FULL MANUSCRIPT!

AND I MIGHT NEVER SLEEP AGAIN, I AM SO EXCITED.

Now back to your regularly scheduled last-minute script writing, which just became approximately five million times more fun. :D

Of course, now I get to spend all of our first rehearsal in a blissed-out haze.

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So, uh, this is turning out to be the weirdest thirty-six hours ever, since I haven't slept in that long, and my mental cycle is...well, just listen.

I was fairly normal until early this morning, when I finally finished the script and suddenly - and I can't be sure if it was the high of accomplishment or the high of being sleep-deprived - became excessively hyper, to the point of saying my every thought out loud, even when it was literally as mundane as "OH MY GOD WHY WON'T MY HAIR UNSNARL."

I think we can all consider it a blessing that I didn't get the coffee I begged for.

I settled down into pretty normal patterns for rehearsal, and around noon turned into the living dead. Up until around four, I pretty much propped myself against the nearest piece of furniture and tried not to fall asleep, knowing that it would only make me feel worse when I had to get up for work.

The instant I stepped into my workplace, I got hyper again, but not talking-hyper - super-extreme-focused hyper. I have been doing my job to the point of doing things I have not actually been asked to do yet, with one tiny break to check my email. In effect, I have become Supar Receptionist.

We're coming on hour 34 or so here, and I am actually jittery because I need to finish making these envelopes and I can't believe I am taking time away to write an LJ post, but I needed to write it, because otherwise I might forget what this feels like.

I've always maintained that I become exponentially more awesome late at night. Now I think it is proven that it has to do with lack of sleep. So long as one can survive Zombieland there in the middle, one can do anything!

(And no, this doesn't mean I'm about to embark on a sleep crusade or some stupid shit, I intend to go home after work, collapse into my bed, and never move again.)

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In other news, two unrelated people - my mother and my boss - have brought up the topic of my returning to school in the fall. Since I'm pretty sure that I became exponentially more successful at the parts of life I care about once I escaped from college hell, I am unenthused about this idea.

Just try explaining that to my mother, though.

ALSO IN OTHER SPAM RELATED NEWS

Strangely enough, it turns out that if you type for, say, eight hours straight, you won't be able to use at least one hand ever again. Who knew! To the point where I fear the chronic return of the cramps when I begin entering these leads. *eyes them with the sorrow of remembered pain*