I had an audition today for a voice over project that looks really cool. Won't hear back if I got it or not for at least a month, so who knows. It was at one of the worst possible times for me, though. 4pm, and 10 miles away, which means about 30 minutes driving time if I take the surface streets to get there. 4pm is bad because it means that I can't just sleep either before OR after my appointment. I have to sleep before AND after my appointment. I can get to bed as late as 3pm and still get up at 11pm to get to work, or I can crash as soon as I get home around 9am and sleep until 5pm and then have my evening. So either way, I'm generally asleep from 3-5 pm most every day.

So today, knowing that I had an appointment at 4, I went to bed as soon as I could, which today was by 10am. Got up at 2pm, wondering if I really want to be an actor at all, cursing my alarm clock and feeling like death on a cracker. Four hours is NOT enough. By the time I was out of my shower I felt human again, and I got ready for my audition, ate a piece of toast with almond butter on it to tide me over, and headed out about 3:20 to make sure I could get there on time.

The audition itself went really well. The project is fascinating to me, and I would be doing the voice over for the French portion of the service. Very cool. They want someone who sounds like a native speaker, and I know I pass for one most of the time since all the native speakers I talk with at work and elsewhere are generally (and genuinely) surprised when they find out that I'm not French. I certainly don't have the vocabulary of a native speaker, and I'm sure that I mispronounce words sometimes, but I know that my pronunciation is excellent. So I went into the audition having warmed up, loosened up, and was ready to go. Did my thing, heard more about the project (lemme at it!) and came home. Felt good about what I did, and came home to go back to bed and sleep some more.

Ran into Mike as I was coming in, and he asked me about Memorial Day Weekend again. Last thing in the world I want to talk about right now, so I said something about not having time to talk about it right now - gotta get back to sleep! Fine, no problem, see ya later. Got upstairs and back in bed by 5:10 pm. Tossed. Turned. Phone rang. Anne was calling, we chatted for a minute, I unplugged the phone that had rung, she told me I was rambling and to go to sleep. We hung up, and it was probably 6:30 by the time I fell back to sleep, with one cat on me and the other cat on the foot of the bed.

My alarm went off again at 10:30, and there I was again, cursing the alarm clock again, and not wanting to get out of bed, let alone go to WORK. Snoozed until 11:15, and forced myself to get up. Threw on my clothes, makeup, grabbed lunch, and didn't have time for eggs or anything more than almond butter on two slices of toast this time. (I've got to cut down on the grains!) Got out the door on time, and to work with plenty of time to spare.

I'm awake, but I'm not happy about it. 8 hours straight versus four hours and then four hours? World of difference.