Something strange

Okay, I was going to write this off as a coincidence earlier, but now I'm worried.

As I was leaving for work, I swear I heard Chelsea say "I hate you." Naturally, I asked her what she said, and she replied with "I love you."

No big deal, I missed a word. Sleepless nights tend to weaken the mind.

Then I got a call. Just now. A client. First words: "You're not worth anything." "What was that ma'am?" "I said I'm looking for something."

Twice in a row doesn't usually constitute a pattern, but this is freaking me out. Especially after what happened last night.

Docs, where the fuck are you? You usually answer my emails, but now you won't even pick up the phone. I have no idea what's going on, and I'm pretty sure this isn't a symptom of schizophrenia anymore. I looked up the definition. I'm not catatonic, I'm not having any trouble with emotions, and I'm able to word these sentences perfectly. But I need help. I need to know what the fuck is going on with me!

Tired

Yeah, I know it's a very bad idea to be doing this while at work, but I need to do SOMETHING.

The docs drilled me yesterday. Question after question after question after unending question. They wanted to know about my childhood, my days in school, my love life, my parents, my brothers. They wanted to know everything that's set me off recently, and it seemed like they wanted to know everything that's ever pissed me off in the least bit.

So, naturally, they wanted me to blog about anything I didn't think about in the session yesterday.

Trouble is, I think I exhausted myself. Or rather, I'm simply exhausted in general. Between the New Year's fight, my coworkers' newfound fear, the everyday annoyances I get in these damned callers, and a recent lack of restful sleep, I seem to have just tired myself out. It's gotten to the point where I'd rather let the stupid shit go over my head than even attempt to get worked up about it.

So there's something for you, docs. A tired man is not an angry man. Or at least not an outwardly angry man. Problem is, I hate being in this state so fucking much. I don't have the energy to lift a finger, I feel constantly sick, and all I really want is to get some sleep.

Oh yeah, that's a development I don't think I've ever gotten to you internet people. I think our house has rats, or something. Every night, there are these noises keeping me from sleeping peacefully. Sometimes it's scratching, sometimes it's squeaking, but it happens off and on. All. Night. Long. At first, it just annoyed me because it woke me, but last night I couldn't get any sleep whatsoever. I'm going to call an exterminator this afternoon and see about getting this house bug bombed, or something.

But yeah, I'm sorry docs, but I just can't get your post up. Maybe once the rats are gone and I've been able to get some rest, then I'll think about anything I missed.

Oh yeah, before I forget. Mr. Revelation. That was a dick move, posting that comment.