Meet Your Death in My Head
It's good to be able to recognize when you didn't get enough sleep the night before. Sometimes I'll be sitting at the coffee shop working on my laptop when the woman sitting next to me will begin dancing in her chair, really getting into the music she's listening to on big headphones. I'll think, "I'm gonna strangle this psycho hose beast with her own headphone cord in exactly two seconds," and then I'll think, "You know what? I guess I just didn't get enough sleep last night." Several bystanders have met gruesome deaths or severe beatings in my imagination when I've skipped a meal or spent too many hours staring at a computer screen. It makes me wonder what that guy seated next to me on the train is thinking about doing when I keep laughing out loud at the Tarzan book I'm reading.