I got one hour of sleep today.

I've had four cans of warm Code Red Mountain Dew (going on five--I need a refill).

I have only eaten a bowl of mashed potatoes with Greek Vinaigrette dressing.

It's about 85 degrees in my bedroom.

It smells like wet dog in here.

And I am just laughing at everything that drifts past my computer screen.

I wonder if this is what going insane feels like?