Well, since Thursday my sleep pattern has been up and down. Last night at 2AM, my body decided it was time for me to get up and not go back to sleep. Sitting at work I am starting to go crossed-eyed, we’ve all been to this point where we are exhausted, we haven’t been sleeping, our body aches, stressed out, and all of a sudden… everything is funny. Yes, folks I have a case of the Simples today.
Fight or Flight
There are times when my anxiety gets the best of me and I want to get my kiks on and bolt. My body is basically telling me “fuck this shit”, “peace out”, “deuces”. Example: at the onset of my parents having a disagreement, I am already tying up the laces of my kiks.
The fight in me I refer to as my Inner Goddess. She cusses like a sailor, spits like a cowboy and can brandish a sword like no one’s business. She doesn’t take no for an answer and is fierce when defending her peeps.
I am notorious for laughing inappropriately. In this particular situation, God help anyone who brings me into a situation which requires focus and an intellectual exchange. There is no way in hell I will be able to hold it together – and I am sure a random drug test would be on order.
All in all – I will not be running with scissors today.