Aaaaand the preview performance is over and done! Just three more shows to go and I'll be home free! ::grooves::

Today was a good day, all in all. That's because most of it was spent sleeping. This morning, I woke up at my usual 6:10, but my body overruled my sense of routine through sheer, indominable will, informing my brain that today would be declared a snow day and school would be cancelled, despite the certain lack of snow on the ground. Then my dad woke me up at 7, and I grudgingly went off to school.

Physics was uneventful. Almost no one had done their homework, so I was in the clear. But in homeroom/advisory, I suddenly felt as though someone had dumped a ton of boulders on my head. I was so zombielike in art class that Mrs. McCullough kicked me out of the room and told me to either go home or to the infirmary and get some rest. Because there was no way I was going to drive in such a state and I couldn't reach my parents, I trudged over to the infirmary, recounted my story to the nurse, and snored peacefully until I was awakened in time for my last-period class. 10:15 to 2:30. Mmm, sleep. I felt like a new person.