Dew Town Mandi

I dont know about you, but me and my friends are all big fans of the hit brittish drama Downton Abbey. Well, this post isnt really about downton abbey, but it will have at least as much drama.

So, this week, ive already been a little on the dramatic side. Im angry, irrational, sad, and the suddenly bouncing off the walls crazy enough that one of my friends was like "I think Mandi is drunk" I wasnt drunk, but yeah, it pretty much seemed like it.

In a much milder version than today this has been my week. I am partly going to blame it on a lack of sleep, for staying up to talk to Mindaugas, but that doesnt account for the past two days where i went to bed earily because i felt exhausted.

So it cant all be sleep. Im just a little whacky and crazy this week, no reason.

In another long side note, my friends have repeatedly banned me from cafeine and large quantities of sugar over the years, because i get bounce off the walls, laugh at nothing, run laps around the building crazy when i consume small amounts of cafeine or large amounts of sugar, or any combination of the two. Then i start crashing, and i tell everyone i love them, and i start crying over everything.

Considering that without exess sugar, or any cafeine, i have kind of been that way already this week, the decission i made this morning/afternoon to drink mountain dew (i cant handle even a regular coca cola), and then eat jello with whipped cream and nothing else, probbably seems really foolish to you. But hey, its been a rough week and i just didnt care.

So the first thing that happened after doing the dew this morning, was that i started to get really angry about how unfaire life is and how i keep ruining my life and im an idiot.

Then came the fun part, right around time to get the mail i started bouncing off the walls of my brain, and the room. Seriously, if there hadn't been a bomb scare yesterday i probably would have run laps around the building. But i didnt want to get tackled by the gards, so i did the mail instead, and the other secretaries were impressed with my speed and enthisiasm. About a half hout or so later i started to crash.

This wad marked by an increase of messaging to family and friends  telling them how much i loved them ( this was when i finally took my lunch break and ate something other than jello).

  And every time i did this, i cried buckets of real tears and spoke of the good ol days before i messed everything up and pushed everyone away. Because it was my fault people moved away, got married, went to school, because im a bad friend and i drive people away. (I was aware that I was being completely irrational.)

Finally, in artistic desperation, i took a plate, put creamy penut butter on it, and sent a picture of it to my friends and said, this is how i feel when i miss you.

Dont ask me what that means, i really dont know. I didnt know then, and i have no idea now. I then ate all the penut butter off the plate, went back to work and drank some water.

Currently, I have a horrendous headche. Im still crying, and my stomach kind of hurts and I feel horrible, though slightly more rational, and very very tired.

Please dont ever let me drink mountain dew. And if you do, take away my phone, computer, and any humans i could interact with that will think im crazy, because i feel shame after thay level of crazy.

Strangely, my co workers didnt notice. But most of this happened when they went to lunch.

If you cant stop me from doing the Dew, can you do me o favor? Film it. This could be better than that mormon kid that they filmed getting his wisdom teeth out.

Well, I really do miss my friends, so im gonna go cry some more then take a nap. Thats the story of what happens when mandi goes to Dew town.