Does this sound familiar...?

Today started off on a tired note, (I didn’t sleep much last night) . Sometimes when I get really tired…I get punchy…and strange things happen. I had been fairly busy all day, although, not overloaded by any means. As the afternoon wore on, I really began to feel the lack of sleep. About 3:45 or so, my co-worker (who talks pretty much continuously), stood up in her cubicle and began to talk to me over the wall. In my head, I was thinking…"please, don’t talk any more today…” of course, I couldn't say that, so... I turned my head in her direction and tried to appear interested. She was droning on about taxes of some sort…and while her voice was bouncing off the walls all around me, not one single word registered in my brain. I sat in my chair staring at her as she babbled…I could feel my eyes crossing as they glazed over…and she talked, and she talked, and she talked. Finally, from a distance…I heard the sound of Silence. My vision came back into focus and she was standing there looking at me…obviously awaiting some sort of response. I didn’t have a clue in Hades what she had been saying, and I began to panic. My stomach knotted up, my hands felt cold, and I searched desperately for something…ANYTHING…to say.
“Ohhhh really….so, uh where in the world did you hear that?” I heard myself ask. BIG MISTAKE! She (of course) had to tell me where she had heard whatever it was that she had been saying (I still don’t know what that was). She droned on, unabated until 4:30. At 4:30, we picked up our bags and headed for the elevator (she was still talking). We stepped inside, the doors closed and as we passed each floor on the way down, I began to hope against hope that someone else would get on. Preferably someone with two heads, or four legs…or maybe a huge gaping wound…anything to shift her attention from me. In the eternity that followed, I imagined the elevator suddenly free falling to the ground…even in this ‘wide awake nightmare’, she kept talking right up to impact. As I pulled my broken, bleeding body toward the door, which had been knocked partially open by the crash, I looked back…her disembodied head whirled around, and she began to recount the history of the elevator…

Be Well!