I am the tiredest person who ever tireded. I am beyond grammar, I am crazy with sleep deprivation. I need some serious drugs. Or an off switch. Something.
When I did sleep last night, I had this terrible anxiety dream about the indexing paper I had to turn in this morning, which involved me being in class in pajamas and the teacher telling me that my assigned terms were insufficiently exhaustive. I wish I could sit my subconscious down and explain to it that a 6-page indexing paper is not a big deal. Really. Not. Get some fucking sleep.
But, on the upside of being me, I can choose to go home now, at lunchtime on a Friday, and put off all the crap that I have to do for my boss until some as yet undetermined later. So I'm going to do that. And take a nap (I hope).
And then? La discoteca. I know, but I need it.
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