My feet hurt, my back hurts, my head hurts, and I'm a walking bruise. But surprisingly, I am still alive.

So I'm hoping that I will never have a tour like that again. I got 6 hours of sleep in the last 72...but now I'm home, and I have nothing to do until tomorrow's shows.

Things actually weren't as bad as they could have been. We had some problems, but for the most part we got our job done, and didn't kill each other in the process. I got back in time for Face this morning, and that went just fine. I told you. *sigh*

And Steve is really just amazing. What a wonderful few days together, despite the horrid working conditions. It's so nice just to curl up and sleep with him. At least this time we actually had beds made for two people. :-)

I hope that these last 2 weeks are just as good...with more sleep, that is.