No Sleep 'Til...

"Waking up before I get to sleep
'Cause I'll be rocking this party eight days a week
No sleep 'til..."
--No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn, Beastie Boys

I'm not sure how I'm still functioning this morning, based on the sleep patterns of the last week or so. There's a light at the end of the tunnel, with approximately two weeks of vacation coming right up, but for now, ouch.
Thursday night: 5 hours. Friday: 6.5 hours. Saturday: 3.5 hours. Sunday: 0.5 hours. Yeah, that's written correctly. I was able to grab the valuable 4:30-5:00 a.m. sleep window, underrated by most. Yesterday was crazy though, and after working a full week last week (60+ hours, Monday through Friday), working on a shoot all day Saturday (8:30-5:30), working NFL on Sunday (8:30-5) and adding an edit session at night (5-12), I was smart enough to take another shoot assignment at the end of the workday yesterday. It was cool though, heading to a barbershop (The New Millenium) on Crenshaw to shoot all the trash-talkers discussing various issues (sports and other) with John Salley. There are some definite characters in that place, and no shortage of strong opinions. I got to actually shoot some stuff, using a dv-cam to provide some variation to the one camera we brought. I managed to maintain focus--somehow--on that half hour of sleep, and I think it'll turn into a good piece.
In the midst of all this lack of sleep, there were certainly some redeeming things about the weekend. I'm privileged to be friends with one of the coolest girls in the entire world, and she reaffirmed that amazing personality and depth of character on multiple occasions in the past few days. Sometimes dudes can be idiots (and I'm obviously no exception), so to have someone like that in my corner is a blessing and a half.
In less significant news, the Bolts won again and maintained their two-game lead in the division, with just three to play (the first of which comes against the mighty Browns, they of the 15 yards of total offense on Sunday). LT was back on track, which warms my heart, and Donnie Edwards played the game of his life: 16 tackles, two picks (one for a huge TD) and four pass deflections. I love it.
Lakers not gonna get it done tonight against Seattle, though I'm still not sure I understand how Nate McMillan's boys are playing so well this season. Ray Allen & Co. have been shooting the lights out (Rashard Lewis, Antonio Daniels and Vlad Radmanovic included), and they've overcome their lack of a true big man with some finely tuned smallball.
Big Fox Christmas party tomorrow night--I'm told it cost them high five figures to get it done, so I'm hoping for a good time. Probably no time to write tomorrow (which is why I mention the party now), because the show has been changing a lot this week and time is at a premium. There will be a gigantic sigh of relief when the weekend comes and my nice little vacation beckons. Peace.