I feel like I'm going mad.
The past two nights I have been averaging three hours of sleep (and no naps), and I've had so much caffeine that I'm jumpy. Nothing seems real anymore.
I came about the closest I've ever come to having a fight with Mark last night, but all was well after we talked about it. I think he got genuinely mad at me for like the first time ever. I suck. I was just being a bitch and I realize that. He really ought to get mad at me more often...there's really no excuse for how I act sometimes.
Also, Maggie started randomly talking to me again. I'm mostly too busy to listen, and it's all about Eliot anyway.
I need to get a hold of myself and just...I don't know, breathe or something.