If you know me well, you know that I get a little...um..."weird" when I am very tired. Sleep deprivation has caused me to do such things such as exclaim "There's a tornado in my pants," call up people and sing "The Rainbow Connection" to them, and laugh non-stop for 10 minutes, just to name a few.
Last night, I apparently outdid myself. I topped my list of stupid things that I've done under the influence of sleep deprivation.
What did I do? I was getting dressed for bed (1:30 AM or so) and I only had a bra and pajama pants on. I ended up taking a Santa Claus beard (you know, one with an elastic band that goes over your ears) and putting around me just below my bra. I made a face (I think you can figure out what the "eyes" were...) and I made this face talk by pulling on the beard.
I had a laughing fit (it was funny-looking; however, my tired brain took it a little too far), and now there are pictures to prove that I'm a complete and utter jackass. I woke up this morning and thought, "What the fuck is wrong with me?" Only sleep deprivation could make me do something like that...
Well, since I'm not a big fan of Christmas, I'll blame it on Santa. That fatass has corrupted me to the point where I can no longer be myself. Thanks a lot, Santa, Happy (Chinese) New Year to you.