The evening managed to get worse - impressive - despite the company of some very wonderful people. ~sigh~ I don't know. I've been awake for pretty much three days without sleep now, so, apparently when I'm this tired and have been drinking Pepsi Twist - truly revolting, by the way, as I'd suspected - and am just a little on the tightly-wound side, I have a tendency to talk like the people I've been hanging around.
Maybe that's where my first characters came from - all-nighter sessions with David Eddings followed by sudden bouts of talking like Javelin and Silk.
It's not implausible.
What's really annoying is that I can't tell any of you, any one of you, what's wrong. And that just sucks like a really huge vacuum cleaner. ~sigh~
Oh, I'll be ok. I just really need some sleep, and I think I'm not going to get it.
This is certainly one of the hardest things I've ever had to do - and I've been looking it in the face all day trying to work out how to deal with it, but I haven't had much luck, and I'm seriously fucking frightened.
And now I shall stop swearing so much. It's really not terribly me. ~wry grin~
Goodnight, I hope,