Drama Queen

I haven’t been getting enough sleep lately. Unfortunately, I’m one of those people who is really not at their best when they get too tired. My focus suffers, and I do stupid things like driving up to the wrong side of the gas pump, going to the kitchen to make myself breakfast but forgetting to actually make the breakfast and wandering through the grocery store buying a bunch of food that doesn’t really add up to meals. Not that I did any of those particular things yesterday or anything.

And when I get really, really overtired, I start with the melodrama. For example this morning when my clock radio turned on, I almost burst into tears because I was so tired and didn’t want to get up.

Then I logged on and checked the results from the local primaries that were held yesterday, and when one of the races didn’t go my way, I launched into a tirade about how the deck is stacked against the little guy and nothing will ever change, so we might as well all chuck everything and go live in a log cabin, Unabomber-style. (Interesting sidenote: Word knows to capitalize Unabomber. I wonder how Ted Kazcynski feels about that.) (Less interesting, more bitter sidenote: To the residents of Montgomery County who didn’t support my candidate – way to vote for an elitist, out of touch, developer-supported stooge just because he was the incumbent. Enjoy your steadily worsening traffic, increasingly overcrowded schools, and disappearing agricultural reserve. Don’t come crying to Frederick when your county becomes completely unlivable, you shortsighted losers.)

Then there weren’t any bowls in the kitchen at work when I went to make my oatmeal for this morning’s breakfast, and I almost burst into tears again.

And that was all before 10 am. There’s a whole lot more ridiculous behavior on my part that happened today, but I think I’ll spare myself the embarrassment of sharing all the gory details. Let’s just say that I exaggerate and carry on in my mind when I’m over tired and leave it at that. I’d better wrap this up so tonight maybe I can get some damn sleep and return to my normal self. Frankly, I find myself annoying when I’m like this.

Ok, an episode of Futurama just made me cry. It was about how Fry’s dog missed him after he got frozen, and it was really sad. Still, I’d say it is definitely time for me to get some sleep.