On being a crazy-ass.

Is it just me, or does one of them look like Sonny Chiba?

Why is it, that I have been waking up exactly one hour before my alarm goes off? And it is not that waking up totally alert business either. It is that startled awake by the police bursting into your house and you run smack dab into the wall knocking yourself out kind of awake. The kind of awake where you really think you ordered an actual functioning mech suit off of Amazon and are super stoked that is was Prime eligible, so you got the free two day shipping.

It is the kind of awake where you never really quite go back to sleep. And you remember all of the good times you had spending summers at your grandmother’s house. And your grandmother was Margaret Thatcher.

Or you remember trading one of your eyes to an old crone in the Walgreens parking lot for the ability to summon lightning down onto the brows of your enemies. Who shall not be named. Why? Because saying their name aloud would make them invulnerable to your mind lightning. Duh.

I thought I had a problem when it was just regular old insomnia. I have learned otherwise. Now I can summon lightning upon my nameless enemies while piloting my mech suit which was paid for by my inheritance from my dead granny, Margaret Thatcher. All will love me and despair.

In other news, today is Thursday. That means I am stupid busy from dawn to dusk today. Bank run for Jesus first thing. Then, school. Then, tutoring. Then, archery. Then, dinner. Then, dancing the sin away. Still not fully awake yet. Sorry.

More soon. ~SC