Tired

I pulled an all nighter last night. I photographed the hugest house earlier this week and couldn't get the images edited in the normal turn around time...which makes me crazy!

It started off with me just deciding to stay up until 2 am to finish. Then I decided that I could keep working until 4 am, if I got a lot more finished. Then there's a point when you might as well just keep going.

I was so tired, but was determined to finish this shit. I wanted for everything to be all sent off to the client before I went to bed. Then I could sleep as long as I wanted. I worked on. Well I think I worked on. There was a lot of those little moments when your head falls forward and you nod yourself awake.

I'm sure if I would have just rested and then gone back to work, I would have taken a lot less time and the images would have probably been better. But I love my sleep and knew that if I rested for even a little bit, I might choose sleep over work and not get back out of bed. I'm a little afraid to look at the images today. I just hope the client likes them.

I don't pull all nighters often, but when I do, there's always that point when I look at the clock and realize it's the same time I originally woke up yesterday. At that point I always have a little cocky moment, when I think that I could probably party all night like when I was in college still...I know, not a chance.

Mario woke up at some point. Realizing that I hadn't gotten any sleep, he started cleaning the house for me. I'm not sure why, but there wasn't a chance in hell I was going to stop him. Around 9am I finished finished finished and sent off all the images to the client. I threw myself a two minute happy party and then headed to bed.

Mario was happily collecting all the trash and just walking out the front door, as I stumbled for the bed...."stop!" I yelled. "You need to put pants on before you take the trash out. There are children out there" He stopped and looked down. I guess he got wrapped up in his half naked cleaning. He was going to head outside in his underwear and nothing else. He mumbled under his breath about going crazy and traumatized children. Then he looked at me and asked "bet you're gonna put that in your blog aren't you?...

Yes, yes I am.