Life has been kickin my ass these days. I'm doing my regular education dept. stuff, working on a 5 County Grant workshop for libraries, choreographing fights for Humble Boy, gearing up for camp ETC, learning my lines for Theophilus North (that are in French), and compiling a list of ideas/topics for my students to create a show from, all while fending off what felt like the plague and a full body rash from an unknown allergy.

Hmm...

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Chameleon.

Anyone...?

Bueller...?

Maybe it's cosmic pay pack time. I hardly find time to sleep anymore. Four and a half hours a night just isn't enough and I'm starting to feel it. I'm to blame, in part, I know. I mean it's hard for me to say "no" to anyone, so I wined up doing a ton of things and being stretched a little thin. Also, there is the occasional "I'm an idiot" moment where I make a bad decision.

Like the other night for example.

As a result of having "The Plague" I developed an intense rash on my forearms. After a few days of taking antihistamines with no result I made the grave mistake of surfing over to WebMD in an attempt to find out what was going on in my body.

Friends, please, do not ever go to WebMD to find out what’s wrong with you!

Typing "skin rash" into the search field told me I had everything from toxic epidermal necrolysis to scabies.

My brain says to me: "Calm down, Chief. You can't do anything about the necrolysis but you could spray for bugs in the event that that is the cause"

So, logically, at 11:30 in the evening, I head down to the basement where we keep the pesticide. I find the strongest one we have, that kills the greatest amount of creepy-crawlies, and I go to town on my room.

Baseboards, windows, carpets, ceiling tiles, furniture, corners of my room I didn't even know existed.

Satisfied that I have committed complete and utter insect genocide, I take a step back from my work and put the cap back on the aerosol can.

And then it hits me...

I now have nowhere to sleep. I have just poisoned every square inch of my room and am not allowed back in it for another six or so hours.

~sigh~

It's a good thing the couch is comfy.

So, I'm looking forward to the weekend and maybe getting together with a few of you out there, cause I miss you, folks.