Good G...

Good God, I'm tired.Work last night was a bitch, just an utter bottom-feeding, bitch. I'm so tired, I can't even think of words to describe it correctly.Have been waiting for it to get light enough so I can drive home and take care of my dogs. Driving in anything less than full light is dangerous around here because of the damn deer. I'm so tired, I don't know if I can make it the 40 miles it takes to get home... but I have to. Rocky and Stella need to go outside, need to eat breakfast... and then I can just melt away into my lovely bed... Lucky for me, stewardess wrote a smooookin' Hoot/Todd fic. That will give me something nice to think about on the drive home. *happy sigh*I'm wondering about the possibility of seeing a head Dr about my paranoia issues. Things are starting to get out of control.Need to book plane tickets to NC so I can go to court in Sept and put that bastard away for the rest of his natural life... and then some. He's looking at about 130 years, I think. The District Attorney of Moore County in North Carolina kicks ass, just so you know. *nods* Of course, this means another week off work... am somewhat looking forward to going to NC. I mean, court isn't going to be fun by any means, but it's not the first time I've had to go to court and put a violent criminal in prison for a long time. At the same time, I'll be able to see some of my friends in NC that I haven't seen since I left, that will be nice... I miss them. See, this is worrying me too. How can I swing from "ew court" to "yay friends" all in the same thought? I don't just mean that particular example either. I'm talking, my whole life is like that. I'm so easily distracted, it's not even funny. Am I too reactive to outside influences? I can be on top of the world one moment and pissed off, hurt, or freaked out in the next... and visa-verse. If I'm upset, it's pretty easy to make me laugh and forget about it for awhile. Is that normal? It's the least of my worries right now, to be honest, but something that's been bugging me for awhile too. Back to my paranoia. I need to do something about it. Things are weirding me out that shouldn't... thoughts of imaginary conversations running through my head until I'm convinced they are real... Damnit. I AM NOT CRAZY.I'm tired. The sun is up, I have to go take care of my dogs now.