I need - Sleep.

Must get eight hours of sleep for the rest of the week and next. Brain malfunctioning. Have been in my monosyllabic (extremely offensive to most humanoids) yes-no mode on the telephone again. Adrift above the sea of sights and sounds. Disconnected.

Struggled through last night's three-hour meeting in a numb daze, and after that, the fish had walked over to ask for something.

Sounds. His request for some historical records. Me - nodding.

Sights. His face hovering above mine. Me - twisting around in my seat to look up. His grinning smile. Me - slowly smiling in return and trying my darnest not to fall asleep in his face while he was talking and talking and talking. His lingering gaze. Me - visualising home -> bed -> sleep. (And earlier, from the corner of my eyes, his widening as I stretched across the table to pass a file to someone, the blouse riding up a little, and his eyes following the navel back as I retreated into my seat.)

Emotive. ...... Me - malfunctioning -> dense -> me. Duh.

Heh.

Or maybe it had something to do with my head making this LOUD sound when it moved up and made contact with the edge of the shelf yesterday afternoon. (F... shhh... don't let the boss in the next room hear you swear!)

ZzzZzz...