I'm such the fucking crankypants bitch today. The oddity of it all is that I seem to have adapted to weird sleep patterns...so much so that if I get too much sleep (also known as a normal amount of sleep to the rest of the world) I feel like droopy ass the next morning. Case in point, night before last I got 3 hours of sleep. Three. Yesterday morning I felt fantastic and danced around the writing center humping people's legs. In contrast, last night I got 7 hours of sleep. Against my will...I passed out watching House. Today I feel like hammered shit and hate everyone. Two of my colleagues got no sleep at all...worked all night, high on energy drinks, took a shower in the early hours, and came on in to work. Another colleage got three hours of sorta-sleep. I'm the only one who's "well-rested." Given, they're all a little cranky because they all have papers due today, etc., but I'm uber-cranky. The crankiest of all the fucking cranks. Why? Because I feel like a hungover crack addict detoxing because I SLEPT TOO MUCH. I felt almost blissful and euphoric yesterday, and today I want to reach into someone's throat and forcibly remove their spine.
And fuck the International Comic Arts Festival for not getting their notices out on time. Thanks a lot, assholes.
Other ways people are annoying me today:
Sitting at the table where we usually sit
That pretty much sums it up.