Wednesday, July 1, 2009

The Jekyll-Hyde Within

Everybody pretty much knows that I am more sleep-deprived now than I have ever been in my life. But there's this little part of me that kind of enjoys it... that little part of me is my "other side", my very own Jekyll/Hyde personality that only emerges when the bags under my eyes are larger than a Hilton sister's overnight travel luggage.

Last week, I didn't sleep a wink. Over the weekend, I barely managed to get 10 hours altogether. I went to bed late Friday night, couldn't sleep Saturday night, and procrastinated Sunday night. Monday night, I went to a concert and got home late... and that brought me to Tuesday.

Yesterday was an interesting day in the life of my other half, my very own Hyde, Myde as I like to call it.

Myde Scenario #1 (Tuesday, June 30th):
I'm at my desk at work, it's about 11am. I get a phonecall from a client about designing something for him, and he literally repeats himself 10 times. I tell him "I know, I know, I understand", yet he keeps saying the same thing in different ways, in his very nasal-y, anal-retentive-y voice. I start snickering on the phone as he's repeating himself yet again. I move the receiver away from my mouth so he doesn't hear my laughter. I stop laughing and re-enter the conversation. He's still going over his ideas again. Finally, he gets sick enough of his own voice and decides to end the conversation. We hang up and I start cracking up to the point of tears. I go over to my boss to tell her what happened and we both start cracking up. Apparently, it was funny even though I thought I was only laughing because I was sleepy.

Myde Scenario 2 (Tuesday, June 30th):
I get up from my desk to go to the ladies room, walk inside the last stall, and realize that I have something stuck to the bottom of my shoe. I bend down to unstick it, and as I stand back up, I bang my head on the toilet seat cover dispenser that hangs on the stall door. I start giggling, and then laughing out loud at my klutziness.

Would this all have happened if I wasn't so tired? Probably.

But everything is funnier when you go through life half-asleep, half-awake.
You should try Myde-ing it sometime.