Recently I have noticed I have been what I like to refer to as "edgy." (Other people have a different word for it and is something like biditch. Yes, that is a word I recently invented. Don't know how to pronounce it? It's a mixture of the word idiot and another word.) Sorry, I digress.
Anyway, my nights are plagued with bizarre frustrating/annoying/confusing dreams and I wake up frustrated/annoyed/confused. Not a good way to start the day. I usually have a headache and feel as though I've had no sleep. Another reason to be joyful, right? I go to work and think everyone there is an imbecile (except my darling friend at the front desk). If either of the two remaining people talk to me, generally what they say makes me want to put a letter opener or fork in their eye socket. (Actually, just thinking about that now made me smile.)
At first I thought maybe other people were just grouchy. That is until I realized that while I'm listening to them, I'm hoping they choke on their own tongue just so they will shut up.
Being menopausal, I realize I'm sometimes a little moody, but it has gotten to be a terminal case of horribleness to mankind in general. I have a fuse about a quarter inch long and I have little fantasies of doing bodily harm to innocent people who just had the nerve to say something horribly rude like. Are you okay? You've been really quiet. WHAT?!?! How dare you! I'll show you quiet! I then proceed to pull the tongue out of their mouth and wrap it around their neck four times.
I think maybe if I could just get a good night's sleep where I didn't wake up thinking of work, poverty or idiots, maybe I'd be okay. One night I had a dream my boss was taking us all to Florida. Nice, right? Except he came to my house two days before we left and oversaw my packing, telling me what I could and could not pack, even down to my socks and underwear. He then proceeded to tell me what bodily functions would be allowed while we were there. (Suffice it to say, pretty much none.)
Another dream, one of the girls at the bank put $100 into my account because I was her preferred customer. Since I had not checked my balance online, she took it away because I was so ungrateful.
I think maybe I'll just go back to my padded room and put on my shirt with the really long arms and wait it out.
3 comments:
My, my those are some violent thoughts. Glad I wasn't one of the people with their tongues wrapped around their necks. LOL. Very good blog though. I enjoyed it.
(now I'm scared to say anything...I think you could take me)
Yes Karma, I probably could take you, (LOL) but since I never SEE you, you would probably be safe! :-)
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