redheadedleague

Sleep deprivation has once again reared it's ugly, grumpy, bloodshot face. I can't pin it to one correctable factor: it's work, it's my life outside of work, it's my future, it's taxes owed, it's the lack of productive writing recently, it's the white trash couple that stays up till 1 AM screaming at each other, it's the creaking boards in the bedroom above me, where they seem to wake up at 5 AM every morning, it's the yap dog next door, it's the long list of tasks that pile up during the week, the list that I remember in the first thirty seconds after waking up, like a goddamned Outlook reminder going off in my head.

It's the fact that I dragged my ass into work at the crack of dawn this morning to attend a long series of meetings, forced to stand because the ferry was packed to the bloody gills, only to discover two out of three meetings were postponed/canceled at the last minute.

I shouldn't complain. It's unmanly.

Suck it up, you skinny little shit.

"Grandma? Is that you?"

Sleep deprivation makes me delusional. And homicidal.

I must remember what the Good Book says. Namely:

Don't Panic.

Well on the plus side, I have been given a small treasure trove of silly cat pictures. I will share one of them with you now: