Where's my nap-mat?

I started nodding off yesterday when Amanda and I met with an event planner at the Fountain Square Theater. Eight hours wasn't enough sleep to make up for what I have expended this week. We are headed to Dragonfly Muay Thai tonight but I don't know how much gas I have in the tank. Tomorrow I am cornering Moises' fight in Terre Haute and I've got to play a show in Indy in the early evening. I am starting to worry about possible complications of spending two mornings, two or three evenings, and Saturday afternoons in the gym each week. It's hard enough to do that while holding down a job but we've got a wedding to plan and my already-short fuse gets whittled down by stress and exhaustion. Another opportunity for growth, I suppose.