Oh me. Oh my. It's 1:30 in the morning and I am at work. I have that sharp edge one only gets when one is disturbingly lacking in sleep. I'm edgy. Edgy and sharp. Like I'm a razor blade, baby. I'm the sticky sharp point of a pin. I'll cut you, I will.
Just to bug myself out more, I'm sitting in semi-darkness with my noise-cancelling headphones on. The cleaning lady just came to change the garbage and the sound of the empty can hitting the floor, thwack, startled me so hard I bolted upright in my chair, my fight-or-flight instinct clearly intact, my heart beating so hard it threatened to gallop right up my throat and out my frigging mouth. Goddamn.
I think it's safe to say she don't love the nightlife.
(But she's still got to boogie in the disco rouuuuund)
The Blizzard of '17
5 days ago