DIE

So this play is killing me. Well, no. The play is collaborating with my teachers. They think I'm Julius Caesar or Kennedy or Lincoln or something.

I average 5 hours of sleep a night. Food makes my stomach hurt. And if it manages to get past my stomach, then my intestines hurt.

But I've been thinking about how active I've been with jujitsu. And how not sleeping keeps my metabolism going longer, which means I burn more fat and calories. So yesterday was laundry day which means today I have no clothes to wear except old ones. So I put on an old pair of pants that are practically skin tight on me... and they fit again. That was the first indication to me that this is affecting my body. Cause the scale has been staying the same- I've been checking because I know I'm stressed and I'm not stupid. I'm going to monitor myself.

But yeah. Either that or jujitsu has made me more "toned." But I doubt it. Cause if that's the case the pants would have fit last semester too.

Ok now I have to run to a rehearsal and work on the set for the play. AHHHH

EDIT: AND I'M LOSING AN HOUR OF SLEEP DUE TO DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME. WHOEVER CAME UP WITH THAT IDEA... NEEDS TO BE SHOT. AND THEN FLOGGED. AND THEN THROWN OFF A BRIDGE. AND THEN RUN OVER BY A BUS. AND THEN ATTACKED BY RABID SQUIRRELS. AND THEN TAKEN UP TO THE HEAVENS BY THE ONE-EYED ONE-HORNED FLYING PURPLE PEOPLE-EATER. AND THEN DROPPED FROM THE SKY. AND THEN LYNCHED. AND THEN KILLED. AND THEN KILLED AGAIN.