To sleep, perchance to dream? I wish I could.

I'm feeling very tired here today;
It's been a busy week, without enough
Of rest and sleep to charge the batteries.
(A common state, the week before a show!)

A much-required reminder to myself:
Some things are Not My Problem. Do my job,
And that's enough. I needn't fret on things
That are not my responsibility.

Despite some chaos, Yeomen comes apace,
And ticket reservations now are on
The Web, so you can plan what show to see!
(You all are coming, right? It should be good!)

And now, I must go back to doing work.
(Not correlations now, the heav'ns be praised,
But still, it's rather boring work, alas.
I need distractions, or I'll fall asleep!)

Too many things to do in little time.

My laundry -- when the hell do I do that?
I guess tonight, or early in the day
Tomorrow, ere the laundromat gets full
(And I go do the other things I've planned
For afternoon that day). I wish I had
Machines in my own home, or even more,
A person who'd do all these things for me.
There's other things that person could do, too:
I need to buy some tights for onstage wear,
And possibly some China flats as well.
I'd like to buy some pretty springy clothes,
But that will have to wait till there's more time.

I'm not too useful at my work today;
I'd rather be at home, asleep, or out
Enjoying sunshine, getting something done,
Or almost anyplace but at my desk!