a broken pair of sunglasses, a half a pack of cigarettes and a mean temper

Today is day Three of the Thirteen day stretch.

Weird shit get stuck in my head when I'm really tired. Today I was walking around at work singing a Tim Curry song.

I keep asking you people to shoot me, but you never do.

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It always happens the same way.

I get really tired. Then I get really really tired. Then I get really really really tired and stressed and I start to feel like my brain is going to start leaking out my ears.

Then somebody wants something from me. Could be reasonable and minor, could be big and nasty - doesn't matter. It feels like the final straw. And I get really miserable and depressed and I start to worry that I'm cracking up.

Then I get pissed.

Fuel cells recharged, cap'n. I'm good to go.

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Last night I had a dream that I was eating breakfast with my UK people. A big feast that covered multiple tables, surrounded by friends and with bottles of champaign. It was the morning after a night of rowdy celebration.

(This is PROPHECY!)

Then I had to leave, so I jumped into my expensive rental car to drive back to the airport -- and promptly got lost.

(And this PROVES it!)