In Spongebob's words:
"I'm ready! I'm ready!"
I'm ready to cry.
I'm ready to scream.
I'm ready to kill someone right now.
I'm ready to collapse from fatigue and...
... I am ready to become everyone else's worst nightmare.
I guess this is the effect of stress and lack of sleep. I snapped at everyone. I hardly listened to anyone. I barely heard anything.
Crap.
Posted at Sunday, March 09, 2008 by
brunettewriter