I need sleep.

I’m one of those people who absolutely HAS to have sleep in order to properly function.  It’s actually quite pitiful.

These past few nights, however, I have been getting less than four hours of sleep per night.  I’m used to at least 8.  My body is starting to revolt.

I’m twitchy.  I’m irritable.  And I feel like the insides of my eyelids are coated with sandpaper. 

The phone rang at work today, and as I answered it I was looking at something on my Facebook page.  I generally answer the phone here by saying, “Smith Law, this is Jessica.  Can I help you?”  Today I answered as follows: “Thank you for calling Facebook.  This is Jessica.  Can you help me?”

The poor lady on the other end of the call stammered for a few seconds and then said, “Um, maybe? “

Only then did I realize that I said something strange.  It sounded perfectly normal in my head. 

It’s completely my own fault that I haven’t been going to sleep at a normal hour. 

But I’m still angry about it.

A lady I work with brought me an orange back from her lunch break.  She said she could tell I was getting sick and that I needed to get my vitamin C.  Yeah.  I look that rough.  I was too tired to tell her that I actually feel fine, just suffering from an extreme sleep deprivation.

I sliced the orange up, excited for a mid-afternoon snack. (The pint of Blue Bell Southern Blackberry Cobbler that I had for lunch didn’t really fill me up today… sad.)  The very first bite I took resulted in a steady stream of citrus juice directly to my eyeball. 

Seriously.

How does that even happen?

I’m not sure I have ever lusted after anything like I’m lusting after my warm bed right now.