Edge

Started last night when I tried to get to sleep. Can't really explain it... a nervous tic in my leg, barely there, such a soft and delicate thing, but it kept me awake all night, waiting for the nest breath of its crawling discomfort. At 4:00am, my only recourse to sleep was a bottle of Desperado left over from the abortive attempt on Saturday night to go to Sarah's party.
It continued all day, superseded, somehow, by the primary side effect of a crawling discomfort in my own body, a jittery restlessness that is somehow even worse than that awful toothache back in July. I'm dreading trying to get to sleep tonight.
A bad call check today at work - we get them every month - I scored 20% - my worst ever.
Not a good day.
No, not a good day at all.