Boy was I bitchy this morning but at least painting is very zen

I kept waking up every hour last night so it felt like I never even slept. So if you dealt with me this morning, I apologize. I was in uber bitch mode.

I almost didn't go to the theatre today, our first day of construction since I was just that tired and bitchy. But I did go and we painted about four hours. I'm so sore now. I was SO proud of myself. I didn't get one bit of paint on me (and if I knew we were painting i would have worn different clothes. I thought we were moving stuff. They made the teenagers do that). Then we moved the painted flats at the end and someone rammed my enormous ass with it and smeared paint all over my pants. GAH.

i feel like jello now. my hand hurts. I did much of it lefthanded but still.