
Not sleeping is catching up to me.
Stress wears on my stamina until I am left feeling wrung out and frazzled. Thinking on my feet is a joke. I am short-tempered and over-sensitive. Any percieved criticism is met with gross offence and hurt feelings; which is dumb.
And I know it.
Thank goodness for my family and close friends. They keep me anchored and provide a point upon which I can focus; rather than continue to drift in this haze of exhaustion.
goodnight, friends.