Caffeine Psychosis???
Regardless of all the happy, groovy and fun things that are going on in my life, all I can think of is the fact that I CAN'T FALL ASLEEP because I drank a cup of coffee at 9:30 this morning!!! I'm bugging out on caffeine!!!
I just got a TEXT MESSAGE from some idiot that my creative guys want me to have come in to present his book. I called this guy yesterday, got his vm, sent him an email and left him a message a few hours later. No response. No word back today, either. So now this dude texts me at 12:49am to see if he can come in at 1:30 tomorrow? Dummy. I was like, "you keep late working hours" and said he could come in at 2pm. He texted back, "2pm works great. See you guys at 2pm tmrw!" No apology. I'm so not using him.
Waaah... about nothing! Maybe I'm PMSing. It's a freefalling crabbiness that centers around my broken refrigerator, my stupid, longdistance landlord, the mere concept of the focus group *** went to tonight, my messy house that I'm too lazy to clean, the fact I didn't eat lunch or dinner today... Whatevs. All I know is I wish I could fall asleep and be done with this mood. But then again, last night when I finally fell asleep at around 3am I had a dream that Puffy {???} was tormenting me about something he wanted me to do for him that I didn't want to bother with {i assume that in my dream i was working for him- a scary thought}. Even my dreams are annoying. I dunno- I have nothing to be cranky about right now. I'm hoping it's just PMS. I bet a good dinner at NY Noodletown woulda solved everything...
Peace.
I just got a TEXT MESSAGE from some idiot that my creative guys want me to have come in to present his book. I called this guy yesterday, got his vm, sent him an email and left him a message a few hours later. No response. No word back today, either. So now this dude texts me at 12:49am to see if he can come in at 1:30 tomorrow? Dummy. I was like, "you keep late working hours" and said he could come in at 2pm. He texted back, "2pm works great. See you guys at 2pm tmrw!" No apology. I'm so not using him.
Waaah... about nothing! Maybe I'm PMSing. It's a freefalling crabbiness that centers around my broken refrigerator, my stupid, longdistance landlord, the mere concept of the focus group *** went to tonight, my messy house that I'm too lazy to clean, the fact I didn't eat lunch or dinner today... Whatevs. All I know is I wish I could fall asleep and be done with this mood. But then again, last night when I finally fell asleep at around 3am I had a dream that Puffy {???} was tormenting me about something he wanted me to do for him that I didn't want to bother with {i assume that in my dream i was working for him- a scary thought}. Even my dreams are annoying. I dunno- I have nothing to be cranky about right now. I'm hoping it's just PMS. I bet a good dinner at NY Noodletown woulda solved everything...
Peace.