Me talking with the badness

Me talking with the badness

Maybe it's been my terrible sleep habits in the past week due to work, but today I found I couldn't communicate at all. I couldn't think of common words that I use all the time. I couldn't articulate coherent thoughts even after waiting several seconds to gather my thoughts. When I spoke with my parents earlier, I literally forgot what I was saying in the middle of a sentence. It's one thing to choose not to communicate. It's quite another to be unable to communicate at all. I'm supremely frustrated. Fortunately my l33t typing skillz have remained in tact. Or perhaps what I find "eloquent enough" will actually turn out to be a series of "Boo-boo likes the doggie". If I could type an "s" backwards, I would have right there. Just so you know.

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Tonight I bought a case of beer (I've noticed that three beers after work is enough to get me to bed right away with minimal hangover in the morning), a Sharpie (because somebody stole mine on set the yesterday), and a lottery ticket. I have never, ever in my life bought a lottery ticket. I have never in my life ever had the desire to buy one. I know all the statistics. But this time I have a system, see? It's foolproof. Because I bought a ticket on a whim--with some prodding by the $40 million jackpot reminder on the entrance--I will be a winner. *knocks on wood* It's the same system used by those people that everyone knows through other people that, on their way out of a casino, put their last coin in a slot and hit the jackpot. Same system. With that in mind, it's obvious that I'm going to be a millionaire by this weekend. It's also obvious that sleep deprivation makes me a bigger sucker than I already am. You know what they say: "Sleep is for the weak". For me, sleep is for the weekend. Sleep is just a day away, baby. May time fly.

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