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.