I swear I need serious medication.

June 3rd, 2016

Too many exclamation marks hovering over my head, today.

Wired for sound after the events of yesterday, I was unable to sleep last night. I laid down at a rational hour, but the static coursing through my brain kept me from drifting off. I'd almost pass out, but then I would hear a random noise, or perhaps imagine one, and then blip back to full consciousness. A feedback loop of sorts, this just kept going on all night.

Everything ultimately went well at the hospital, but I guess the anxiety just took too long to diffuse. Or something? I don't know, I'm not a psychologist here. If I was, I'd probably have a much better paying, and much more fulfilling, job. And, if I were a psychologist, perhaps I would know how to deal with my crushing neuroses, particularly when all wound up like I was.

Running on maybe a half hour of sleep today, my brain was overflowing with static. Driving back to the hospital this morning, I became overwhelmed with the idea that I'd left something amiss at the house. Maybe I'd left the back door open so some critter could get at the rabbit, or left the refrigerator open. Something! So, after driving for ten minutes, I had to turn around.

Arriving home, I found everything was as it should be, and I hadn't left the oven on or something stupid. Yes, I checked the oven. I hadn't even used the oven, but I had to check it! I know, I'm mental, and usually I can keep a lid on this sort of thing, but today my normal checks on this brand of stupidity just couldn't do their job. Sorry about that, everyone.

Here's hoping that my brain functions a bit better tomorrow.

firebomb@obnoxiousjerk.com