The light post will hold me up.

Tonight my body told me that it was time to stop moving. The problem being that I was in the middle of the korzo when the exhaustion hit. There had just been a acrobatics performance that had this really wierd phantom of the opra-ish, hipnotizing music to go with it. The performance was ended by a fireworks show, and all to kick off the month of June evening performances. It was fun and afterwards we went to a cafe for ice cream and hanging out. And even though I was enjoying myself, my body kept saying "stop moving". I did everything I could think of to stay alert but was fading quickly. The cafe waitor told us they were closing so we moved to standing in the middle of the korzo, and again my body said "stop moving" so I looked at the lamp post and thought it would hold me up. I went and sat on the lamps edge and wished I could sleep there. Instead my roommates took me home where I would wait, writing this, to say goodbye to Andy. Now that his bus has left, and it's 1:10 am, I can sleep. Good night.