Pero Eric Estrada es Muy Macho.
I wrote that a few hours ago, apparently. When I was still feeling silly.
The mood swings of PMS added to holiday malaise ... it's just a scary thing. A few minutes ago I literally snapped at someone WHILE standing on one foot, trying to balletically touch my toes to the back of my head.
I've recently rediscovered my flexibility and I'm a goofy freak.
I'm all over the map right now. Maybe sleep dep will straighten me out. I've decided to go ahead and work 4-12:30 this week. It'll be interesting, if nothing else.
And it will get me the extra points I'm going to need to get some days off around a holiday soon. But NO MORE than this week. This week is an exception. A lot of people are working at 4 because of all the christmas bullshit. After this week it'll go back to 6am and 6 am at the very earliest.
And that's that dammit.
So I have to actually start thinking about sleep soon. How fucked up is that?
I've a request though... If you happen to encounter me this week. Don't be a shit, please. I'm not even asking that you be *nice*... just don't be a shit.