The Not-Sleepy-Syndrome

I didn't sleep last night. I wasn't tired.

I'd woken up really late, so when bedtime came round, I just kept going. The bottle of spezi I was emptying might have been a factor.

I went to the fun fair with Boyfriend and had fun with duckies and crossbows and cotton candy. Okay, so the crossbows was mostly Boyfriend while I cheered him on, but still. I'd put in my septum moustache. Most people ignored it, a few looked up, but puppies passing by still were more interesting than me. It's a fun fair. People do funny things there.

Then came the night. Not much happened, including sleepiness. So I just stayed up.

When it was time to go to the studio, I still wasn't tired, so I went, happy and energetic. It was a lot of fun. There were new things to be learned and nice customers and a dog that actually fetched things. Just imagine. Fetched things. Nail files and Boyfriend's hats and everything. It was amazing.

I even did the four nails I'd destroyed for being too crappy to live with. One of them I still don't like, but the other three are cute. I now have an array of animals that are easy to fingerpaint on my nails. A lady bug, a fish, a turtle, a doggy and, of course, the sheep. Nevermind that I spent over twenty minutes on each. Half of that or more was usually time spent hardening out. Half of the remaining time was filing down and correcting my ground layers so I didn't burn my skin. I may have used several bad words under my breath as I worked, but still. 85% of my work looks the way I wanted it to. The way I wanted it to doesn't look very professional, but the point was to practice shapes with the swirl tool, not to create a masterpiece. I'm satisfied.

By the time I got home, I'd forgotten to eat again and I'd been up for almost twenty-four hours. I was  a bit sleepy, so after a snack I decided to take a short nap. Yeah, I crashed. Boyfriend tried to wake me up at some point, but I mumbled something including the words 'eight pm' and 'sleepy'. Eight pm came and went, Boyfriend sleeping as well. By the time he woke me up, it was ten and we were both hungry.

Is it too late to make spaghetti sauce?