Yesterday (Friday --- the new day doesn't start for me until I go to
bed), I volunteered at the 5th annual Phoenix Film Festival. I was the
Film Forum Coordinator for a group of about 100 middle schoolers. It was
good, I mean, it all came off well, but it was a incredibly stressful 4
hours of my life. I don't want to talk about it much, but there were
quite a few technical difficulties, horse-playing children, etc., etc.
On top of that, I had one of my worst insomniac/no-time-to-sleep
episodes. I almost broke my record - 41 hours vs. 42 hours. I had been
up the day before, stayed up to watch the pope's funeral, couldn't sleep
in the allotted 2 hours after that, went to the festival, came back in
the afternoon, couldn't sleep, hung out with my best friend Sam for a
few hours, went home to find my next door neighbor was having a racous
party, couldn't sleep, and then I was at 41 hours. My 42 hour record
happened back in 2001 when I was giving finals, grading, driving my
ex-boyfriend from Phoenix to Tucson, driving back, grading some more,
flying to LA, waiting for my flight to Sydney, and then somewhere
between California and Hawaii, I fell asleep sprawled out on 4 seats in
economy.