I have only had about eight hours of sleep since Sunday. Sunday? Yes. What is today? February? Who cares. All I know is that I am scheduled to see Picasso on Saturday. However, if this trend of sleeplessness continues I cannot fathom what the visual effect of cubism will have on my psyche. Mostly because I find myself staring at walls.
And the floor.
They are beginning to fascinate me.

I’m so sleep-deprived I became teary-eyed when I saw how long the line was at Starbucks when I went to order my triple-grande-five-pump-peppermint-latte.

Travesty.

Doppler has become nocturnal. In essence turning me nocturnal, though I am missing out on the whole “sleeping during the day” bit. Which is resulting in the “madness” bit. And the “staring at the walls and floor” bit.
They are still fascinating me. Though I am discovering that my madness is beginning to entertain others. Both sleep-deprived-induced madness and copious amounts of caffeine-induced madness.

I have a headache.

The Ukranians are having a lengthy conversation by my desk. Oddly, it is making perfect sense to me.

I need to remedy both mine and Doppler’s insomnia. I believe the latter would cure the former. Doping him with inappropriate amounts of Benadryl may be necessary.

I’m concerned about the bus ride home. I fear lapsing int a coma en route and ending up in Tacoma. I suppose there are worse things. Like Renton.

I still have a headache. I was hoping it would remedy itself in the last three minutes.

Thanks to the insomnia I have been at my desk since 6:30. I felt as if I should get out of the house this morning, and due to the torrential downpour and blistering wind, a walk was out of the question. Due to the lack of sleep and subsequent decreased brainpower, iPhone Scrabble was also out of the question. In all fairness it should currently be 2:00. I feel as if I’m in some sort of temporal wake.

I wonder if anyone really knows what the Ukranians are plotting. I’m thinking of joining their cause now that I’m aware of the situation. Although I’m afraid if I start getting more sleep I’ll be out of the loop.

There is bizarre poetry on my Facebook wall. There is bizarre stuff everywhere. I think I’m beginning to hallucinate. At the moment I’m having to consolidate tables in Access but the cells are beginning to undulate. Hence it’s taking longer than it ought. It’s a sad state of affairs when Ukranian is making more sense than databases.

Voulez-voulez-vous “Oh you can’t help that…we’re all mad here.”