Okay. I've been awake since 2:48 this morning (my sleep schedule has been a mess lately). I actually cared about what I was doing at work today. I didn't want to stab the beggars on the subway in the face with a chef's knife, in fact they didn't register at all. I have no desire to hang out with just about everybody. I'm about two weeks behind in my comics stack. I just ate a dinner consisting of a homemade cheeseburger and a pair of Eggo waffles...
I love to cook actual meals of substance and do so nearly every day, yet tonight I ate a cheeseburger and some fucking toaster waffles — TOASTER WAFFLES, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!! — and found nothing wrong or odd about it.
Even if the original KING KONG were on TV right now I would have no desire to watch it.
Listening to Devo and the Damned leaves me cold. (Well, "Space Junk" took me out of my daze for a few moments, but...) Even the Cramps' "Garbage Man" did not rouse me to shake my ass and scream along like it usually does.
I think I need a time-out. I don't think I'm going totally batshit, but I know when I'm not right and that's definitely the case right now.
Yeah, I think a time-out may be in order.