I'm pretty sure everyone has days where they feel like they're going crazy. I feel like I'm going crazy today. The difference is, I know why I'm feeling like a nutter. Let me give you a timeline of my last twelve hours.

10:00 PM - Decide to go to bed, but don't. Start listening to a podcast.

10:14 PM - Podcast ends. Still don't feel tired. Start playing with Lego figures on my desk and drinking the rest of my bottled soda from earlier that afternoon (this was a terrible idea).

10:45 PM - While watching YouTube videos, realize that I should get in bed so I can watch a movie before bed.

10:48 PM - In bed watching a documentary.

12:00 AM - Documentary still going. Still not tired. Decide to finish documentary.

12:20 AM - Documentary ends. Not tired, but decide I need to try and get to bed anyway.

12:25 AM - Turn off TV. Lay in dark.

12:30 AM - Become acutely aware that I'm laying restlessly in the dark. Decide to check my e-mail, just in case.

12:50 AM - Back in bed after no new e-mails. Try to listen to some music, but nothing's calming me down.

12:55 AM - Fall asleep for a microsecond. In that second, I think that it's been hours, and it's now 7 AM and I need to wake up. I decide to wait for my alarm to go off (several hours early).

1:10 AM - Kathy gets up to go to the bathroom. I can hear her walking in the kitchen above me. I again think that it's 7 AM, and that my alarm didn't go off. I panic, and hop out of bed, and look at my clock. Still not 7 AM. I walk back to my bed in absolute darkness, and near my bed, step on something small and crunchy on my carpet. I cringe and hop in bed, hoping it wasn't a spider.

1:11 AM - Think about if it was a spider I stepped on.

1:14 AM - Still thinking about that spider.

1:25 AM - Decide to maybe get out of bed, turn a light on, and see if it was a spider. Realize that in order to get to my light, I would have to walk past the offending space again. Stay in bed and pull the covers up over my face.

1:30 AM - Have an idea for a short story. Start writing it in my head. Try to come up with character names, but all that's coming is awful puns.

1:45 AM - Still hearing awful puns in my head. At this point, I'm past that point of tired exhaustion, and have entered restlessness.

2:00 AM - Actually fall asleep for the first time of the evening. Dream that I woke up, went to the bathroom, and saw a spider the size of a salad plate on the floor.

3:10 AM - Wake up thinking about that spider. Lay in my bed wondering if it was a spider.

3:15 AM - Decide to check. I find a flashlight in my drawer next to my bed, and shine it in the offending area. It's a Skittle (WTF).

3:16 AM - Lay in bed and tell myself I'm an idiot for dropping a Skittle on my floor. Debate if I should eat the Skittle. Think it's some sort of delicious irony if I do.

3:17 AM - Try to find the Skittle on the carpet. I shine the light in the area where it was, and the Skittle is gone. Proceed to freak out.

3:18 AM - Realize I was shining the flashlight in the wrong area. Skittle's still there. I decide not to eat it.

3:30 AM - Fall asleep.

4:50 AM - Wake up by accidentally gouging myself in my left eye with my thumbnail.

4:51 AM - Wonder if I'm going to go blind from gouging myself in the eye. Debate getting out of bed to see if my eye is bleeding. It's not, but it does hurt really bad.

5:00 AM - Fall asleep.

7:00 AM - Alarm clock goes off. Lyrics to song from my playlist: "Baby, you're driving me insane / Baby, you're driving me insane / You shake me up so bad / The worst I've ever had / Baby, you're driving me insane".

7:-- whatever. I get ready and drive to work in a blur, like I'm an observer sitting on my shoulder. I don't actually recall driving to work, getting here, or sitting down. I also drank a Coke within the span of about five minutes this morning, as evidenced by the empty can on my desk that I don't remember being there yesterday.

I'm freaking out, man. I need more sleep.

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