Have you ever tried to be polite AND helpful when you’re running on no sleep? I haven’t gotten a full set of 40 winks under my belt in days. I’m so frazzled that every time I hear a new explosion, it jolts me to attention and my heart races like I got caught with the neighbor boy in the back of dad’s chevy. It’s like watching the Hunt for Red October; action sequence, lull. Action sequence, lull. Action sequence! . . . Lull. Fuck this noise, literally. I make no promises the be able to hold my tongue today. You hear that world? You’ve been warned.
*Disclaimer - This post is part of a series. It is meant to build up to my party for my 35th birthday and is a work of fiction