I am having trouble keeping my eyes open.

There is no good reason for this.  Last night, when I got home for rehearsal, Bryan and I talked for MAYBE ten minutes, then I crawled to lay on him and passed out.  I’m pretty sure he kept talking.  But I was out like a light.

We went to bed around 10:45 (staying up for “Headlines” with Leno), and again, he tried to talk to me, but I was out.  I had no excuse.  I thought, you know, maybe rehearsal had worn me out. 

He was very sweet, though, rubbing my back and cuddling with me while I zonked out.

And this morning, I overslept and we didn’t get out of bed until 7:30.  Because I am SOOOO tired.

It must be the changing of the seasons or the time change.  Maybe I’m not taking in my normal amount of caffeine.  But even now, as I sit on-hold for the umpteenth time today, I’m nodding off.

I be so sleepy.

We, at least, got in-room massages.  And laughed an awful lot.

And just when you felt bad about your own life, Nicole Richie speaks out.

Just a little feminist reading-material for y’all.  Be informed.

I don’t FEEL any wiser.  Can I just say that?  And the longer I let the issue go, the more I think I’d feel smarter if I just had the damn things taken out.  Maybe Kendra’s already wiser than me.  Crap.  Stupid teeth.

Rehearsal was nice last night.  I’ve missed a week of rehearsal, which means I was awaited with many hugs when I returned.  And Bob, God love him, really seems to care about his actors.  That’s.. well, that’s kind of a nice change.  He seemed genuinely concerned with my health.

But my favorite part of the night, by far, was leaving rehearsal.  Elyse and I sang on the way home (to my favorite, “Baby, It’s Cold Outside”.. she was the girl and I was Louie Armstrong), then there was apple crisp, Steve and Ra, and a cranky BB awaiting.  Hung out there for a little bit and laughed at Lil Jeff (otherwise known as Mike), then headed home to Bryan.

Bryan has scoured his house in preparation of moving.  I couldn’t be more excited.

Then I had some really messed up dreams last night.  I’ve been having the most graphic, life-like dreams lately.  Everytime I wake up and I tell Bryan what I dreamed, he’s like, “Jesus God, what did you eat before bed?”  But I didn’t.  I’m just having insane dreams.  Last night’s involved a marina where you speared your own fish and then they cooked it for you, but the fish would scream and cry as they hit the grill.  You can imagine how torn I was.. I love animals and never wish them pain, but damn.. some good seafood is a love of mine.

And I’m just dizzy.  Can’t shake it.

But other than that, life is good.  I wish I had something of more substance to relate, but I don’t.  Yet.