when it rains, it pours

the past few weeks have been filled with training, working, and ridiculous amounts of caffeine. Those who know me best are aware of the fact that I rarely drink coffee, as the result tends to be triple the normal for me. Since giving up gluten and sweets, caffeine has become my new vice. And I've slowly come to accept this.

I'm averaging about 3 to 4 hours of sleep a night, and my days have blurred together. I feel as if I'm in a dream most of the time. My day time co-workers have commented that lack of sleep and high levels of caffeine look good on me. I attribute that to the fact that I feed off of the energy of the children. A late afternoon/early evening transition coffee at Grumpy's in Chelsea, a handful of protein filled nuts, and then I'm off to the next stop. It's in these hours where I slowly start to fade. If I didn't like my co-workers and second job so much, I might completely crash. But somehow, night after night, I pull through.

The tiredness feels good. I know that it's all in preparation for the next step. The first acceptance letter has found it's way to me, and now I'm faced with the process of figuring out how to make it all work out.

But I have faith, my friends. I have faith.