Friday

I. Cannot. Move. This morning I woke up at 6:30 am to prepare for the Dance Ed auditions at 8. I danced for 6 1/2 hours. I think the last 5 hours my muscles were cold. And, as luck would have it, right as I walked in the door, work called to ask if I could come within 30 minutes for a random shift. Desperate for the money, I agreed. I started to regret my decision 15 minutes into the shift, however, as my feet began to swell. Cutting them off would have relieved the pain significantly.
How did I do it in high school? How did I spend 2+ hours in the morning, 3 1/3 hours after school for work, and then another 2 hours after work dancing? I'm starting to feel like an old woman. Staying up past midnight means there's no way in heck I'm getting up on time for class the next morning. My body must be deteriorating quickly, because last year I rarely went to sleep before 2 am. I'm losing my night-owl-ness and becoming more like Dad. Pretty soon I'll be going to sleep at 9:30 and considering waking up at 7 am sleeping in.