I feel like a MONSTER!

Actually, probably a Rockstar. Or a V. Or a Red Bull. Maybe even a Mother.

Caffeine. It's ingestible in many ways. It is also the lifeblood of my current existence, or, put in simple terms, the only thing that is keeping me standing at the current moment.

Those readers who have been following me for awhile would know about my generally terribly history of sleeping patterns. Yes, my insomnia has returned, and it shows absolutely no signs of going away any time soon. I have decided not to opt for sleeping pills this time around, because if they do happen to put me to sleep (which hardly ever happens), I end up with the biggest hangover the next day. It's a "lesser of two evils" situation, I guess.

Accompanying my sudden bout of insomnia is a less sudden bout of bitchiness. Yes, I know most of you are asking the same question: so what's changed? Well. I don't think it's noticeable to people other than me, and maybe one other person, but normal-bitchy (hereafter referred to as NB) is when I bitch out at people in moderation. Using the normal techniques of sarcasm, manipulation, and general emotional and mental torment. However, when I am in NB mode, I employ these techniques very carefully, in order to not push my victims too far, because I really do love most of them, deep down in that black abyss where my heart should be.

In my current bitchy mood... Well, I have no limits. Thankfully, I'm not subjecting everyone to this terrible mood of mine. Just a select few, who decided to piss me off at a terribly unfortunate time. Of course, they couldn't have known it at the time, poor things, but then, Life's not fair, is it now? As for my former measure to make sure that I didn't cross any lines, or push anybody too far... I passed the point of too far many, many days ago. I have probably crossed all the lines that I know of. And the terrible, heartless, inhumane fact of the matter is: I honestly don't care.