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At work. Drama-llamas. And now I have 'Drama-llama-llama-la!' going through my head to the tune of the Chicken Dance. It's so much nicer to be stressed by the music in my head.
So far this week, when mentioning that I was unreasonably irritable, so could a fellow employee just not talk to me because anything he said was inducing impulses to smash his head open on the desk, said fellow employee observed that he a) didn't believe me that this was true, since I wasn't nearly agitated enough, and b) thought I was quite placid as a person. Yesterday (or it could have been this morning, but I hadn't had my coffee yet, so my recollections of the incident are hazy) there was something said about my usual demeanour and interaction style being bouncy and happy.
This completely derailed my thought processes (what thought processes there were, without caffeine), as I see myself as a grumpy, angry, excitable McRantyPants.
So far this week, when mentioning that I was unreasonably irritable, so could a fellow employee just not talk to me because anything he said was inducing impulses to smash his head open on the desk, said fellow employee observed that he a) didn't believe me that this was true, since I wasn't nearly agitated enough, and b) thought I was quite placid as a person. Yesterday (or it could have been this morning, but I hadn't had my coffee yet, so my recollections of the incident are hazy) there was something said about my usual demeanour and interaction style being bouncy and happy.
This completely derailed my thought processes (what thought processes there were, without caffeine), as I see myself as a grumpy, angry, excitable McRantyPants.
