Momnesia

I Need a Spanking

I've had too much caffeine and Prozac today. I've become kind of a whirling dervish of gaiety and snarkiness. I'm gayly snarky. I'm really happy about being a smart-ass to all who cross my path. I am sure I am irritating everyone around me with my incessant talking and occassional bout of cackling to myself over some thought-of-but-unspoken comment.

"I'm sorry!" I moan to A.C. "Bad Stacey is back."
"Really?" said J.R., the intern. "I couldn't tell the difference."
Hmm. I meant to say ex-intern.