why, exactly, do we americans feel the need to prove our virility and competence by way of exhaustion? i mean, at what point did poor self-maintenence become a source of pride? it's like the i-had-to-walk-to-school-through-eight-feet-of-snow-barefoot stories, except they're i-have-to-juggle-eight-overwhelming-responsibilities-and-i-don't-sleep stories... and we tell them to each other instead of to scoffing children.

by which i mean, i'm far too busy to be writing anything of any quality, and maybe after this play goes up, and after the next one, and after midterms are over, and after i sleep for a week...