the start of my day

"Good morning. Would you rather be burned or electrocuted?"

"Um, what?"

"Would you rather be burned or electrocuted?"

"What do you mean? I don't..."

"It's very simple; you have to choose to be either burned or electrocuted."

"I don't want either!"

"That's just silly. You have to choose."

"No..!"

"If you don't choose, we'll choose for you."

"That's not fair!"

"Then choose for yourself."

"But, no, I can't.."

"Fine, you look like someone who would be burned."

"No!"

"Would you rather be electrocuted, then?"

"No, I wouldn't."

"Then burned it is."

"Argh!"

"Don't worry, we'll give you plenty of other options to choose, starting tomorrow."

I hope I don't look as tired as I feel

Total exhaustion is the current state of me. I let myself get entirely too wound up by conversations, such that I knew it wasn't even worth trying to get to bed before 1:00, and even that was being optimistic. I kept getting the almost-sleep almost-dreams, in which, in ways I don't understand any more, six year olds were acting out my ideas and issues in physically demonstrative, often violent, ways as an accompaniement to the words running through my head. Once sleep did, reluctantly come, I kept being jolted out of it on average once per hour by various things (possessed cat being relentlessly abusive to his sweet, stupid littermate; changes in breathing of my sweetie, random noises, or just because). I know it was bad sleep, because I remember dreaming (at one point, driving a car/go cart that looked like a floral couch through a large party with said sweetie and some guy that looked like Hal Sparks, zB), and awoke to... well, exhaustion plus the usual morning sadness. Only now am I starting to feel awake, but I have no idea how long it will last. Bleh.