I haven't slept well in three nights and I keep being awakened before anything remotely resembling a reasonable amount of time. Work last night was a nightmare; only once in my life have I ever been that tired, I think, and I'd prefer never to repeat it.

Talked to my boss about Louisville. Said she's take care of it in the upcoming schedule, so I think that's finally settled. Thank fuckin' God.

Saw Maharet (of all people) while I was in the last thirty minutes of work. We both had the same reaction to finding each other at a Sav-On at 6am, which was essentially, "No shit?" We chatted briefly, but she was there with a friend and I was barely in any shape for coherent speech as it was.

Crashed at the motel room this morning, but had to be up by two to make it to West Hollywood by 3 to meet up with the couple that I hope will be my future landlords. Think I made an ok impression, but I could've done better. I always get nervous in these situations and I never respond well to statements like, "Tell us aout yourself." But I'm gonna try and be hopeful. When I got back, I couldn't sleep for the rest of the afternoon, though, despite my eyes constantly wanting to be closed. Decided I should finally get around to eating and found the Zankou (yay!) over on Colorado. Of course, being starving, I spent too much money on too much food and now have two bucks left in my wallet and leftover hummus. Fortunately, it's so fucking cold tonight that I've no worries about it going bad in my car.

ScripTease was great tonight and you're all bitches for not going. Hung out with some of the cast afterward at a nearby bar, but called it an early night when they decided they were gonna move the excitement over to Beauty Bar. Snagged Thea, too, and took her home...where I still am, 'cause I don't really have anyplace to be for the next few hours.

Allergies have been kicking my ass lately. I'm gonna have to just give in and by some DayQuil or something, 'cause I'm fucking dying right now.

Fuck Spring. Fuck it right up the ass with a broken beer bottle. And after forgetting my jacket at The Alaskan's place on Saturday and having to go all night tonight without it, I'm so ready for summer. It's time for a completely different kind of misery, y'know? Fucking weather. (And the next person who says, "L.A. doesn't have seasons," is getting axed rom my subscription list and slapped around like the bitch that they are. In that order, even.)