Seeing In The Heights was amazing a couple of weeks ago (see babble in previous entry), but it also left me completely shattered the next day. It was both frustrating and kind-of encouraging because I haven't felt that bad in a while. It did make me realise how far I've come that my current "normal" is so much better than e.g. the "normal" of my holiday in May.
This week I caught a cold and had to take two days off work because I had No Brain. I went back Friday but I was s o s l o w. Again, much more like me-several-months-ago rather than me-now. I have survived helping to run Charles's birthday party today but I've managed little else, and soon I'll have to go to bed if I don't want to feel deathly tomorrow.
Getting enough sleep is really really boring and really really essential.
One practical consequence is that the best day for me to go see In The Heights again is a Sunday. The show is at 6pm so if I cycle to the station rather than taxi I could be home by 10:30pm. Of course, that's a school night so not entirely ideal, but more so than the Tuesday matinee, which finishes bang in the middle of rush hour.