delirium!
optimistic side of brain: “i know! when we leave work, krissa, we’re going to swing cheerily by the food market, and buy ingredients for yummy but complicated shepherd’s pie! then we’re going to go home, change into comfy clean clothes, cook while singing old jazz standards, take a bathtub bath, and drink some wine!”
realistic side of brain: “you stupid twat. we got TWO HOURS OF SLEEP LAST NIGHT. we saw the SUN come up over BROOKLYN. we haven’t SHOWERED. ten minutes ago, we contemplated SLUMPING INTO THE ELEVATOR and not pressing any buttons just to SLEEP in between FLOORS. what are you running your mouth off on, SHEPHERD’S PIE?! have you turned stark raving MAD? we’re going to go home, fool. it will take every ounce of dignity not to slump onto the sidewalk and CRY until we’re carried to our door. we will walk into our lonely, sad apartment, curl up on the couch and EAT SOME KIND OF CHEESE until we’re too tired to hold our eyes open anymore. then we will SLINK OFF TO BED and fall asleep fully clothed. GOT THAT? so shut UP about the shepherd’s sodding PIE.”
optimistic side of brain: ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.