Crazy three ways
Well, one way, maybe two. So far. And Haw Haw if you were thinking something sexual, you perv.
I've got SAD! No, Leo, wait... it's not seasonal affectation disability. Put down the rifle and back up. It's Severe Anxiety Disorder aka Social Anxiety Disorder aka Social Phobia aka Loner Frightenillus aka Nuts. I wasn't told if I want to kill my mother and sleep with my father or anything, but I was given three prescriptions, so I think that means that I win. I mean, three drugs? In your face, drugless losers. You think you can take me on? I've got three lines of scrawl here that says you don't stand a chance.
Anyway, the long and short of it is that I'm not just shy, I'm abnormally shy. Shyness leads to depression which leads to fear which slides over to hate and buys it a drink and the next thing you know you're holding the limbo stick with the dark side. So, one pill is for the shyness and depression. It's only too bad that it is in short supply and the pharmacist told me that they hope they can get some in tomorrow. One pill is so I can get my sleep thingy back in whatsis. I've only been able to sleep for 4 hours at a time for the last week. I keep waking up way too early, feeling fully refreshed for all of, say, 3 hours, then needing more sleep. Pill number three is my emergency "the walls are closing in" pill. I think it's cyanide. Or LSD. Not really sure, but I know that it will keep me from disclosing the location of the microfilm to the Ruskies.
So, tonight I'll be able to sleep. Tomorrow maybe I'll be able to decrease my level of general craziness. By Friday I should be back to building a satellite system that will redirect subs out of International waters.
I've got SAD! No, Leo, wait... it's not seasonal affectation disability. Put down the rifle and back up. It's Severe Anxiety Disorder aka Social Anxiety Disorder aka Social Phobia aka Loner Frightenillus aka Nuts. I wasn't told if I want to kill my mother and sleep with my father or anything, but I was given three prescriptions, so I think that means that I win. I mean, three drugs? In your face, drugless losers. You think you can take me on? I've got three lines of scrawl here that says you don't stand a chance.
Anyway, the long and short of it is that I'm not just shy, I'm abnormally shy. Shyness leads to depression which leads to fear which slides over to hate and buys it a drink and the next thing you know you're holding the limbo stick with the dark side. So, one pill is for the shyness and depression. It's only too bad that it is in short supply and the pharmacist told me that they hope they can get some in tomorrow. One pill is so I can get my sleep thingy back in whatsis. I've only been able to sleep for 4 hours at a time for the last week. I keep waking up way too early, feeling fully refreshed for all of, say, 3 hours, then needing more sleep. Pill number three is my emergency "the walls are closing in" pill. I think it's cyanide. Or LSD. Not really sure, but I know that it will keep me from disclosing the location of the microfilm to the Ruskies.
So, tonight I'll be able to sleep. Tomorrow maybe I'll be able to decrease my level of general craziness. By Friday I should be back to building a satellite system that will redirect subs out of International waters.