Little Orange Tabs

I'm time trippin'....

It's Tuesday night, and I know tomorrow morning will be so busy I'll forget to pee again, and then I'll almost pass out because I forgot to eat something, and then Suicidal-Guy-in-Loveless-Marriage in the adjoining cube will start bangin' away at company sacred cows and demand I join in the slaughter.

The last two nights I've slept 4 hours each night. "Sleep" being a relative term, as both nights were accompanied by the wicked clarity of dreams that had me wondering what my real name was, and do I wear pants in public, and is it okay if I just go kiss that girl simply because I want to?

I want granola. Now. And fuzzy socks. And a warm arm around my waist as I drift off into the vast ocean of scissor-teeth shark nightmares and brilliant fish and dreams of fresh mangos I rip open and eat naked on the beach, the juice running down my arms and my ribs, collecting in pools in the ledges of my thighs.

I actually had a point to this post, more so than the usual bitching about my sleeping habits. Hmmm....

A confession, I guess.

I bought orange Tic-Tacs last weekend, and when I popped one in my mouth, I was head-transported to me as a schoolkid, seeking something sweet, and finding it in a bottle of orange baby aspirin in the cupboard. Remember that stuff? Bayer children's aspirin, I think, in Unnatural Orange Flavor. I'd pop a couple in my mouth when the cookies were gone and be pretty sated. I loved that stuff. Did you ever do that? Eat something you shouldn't because it tasted good to you?

Steven in kindergarten ate paste.

I'm sorry, but even that's too weird for me.