I Should Have Just Gone To Bed

When will I ever learn to make better decisions regarding my bed time? I am operating on one hour of sleep, walking the halls of Company X like some kind of zombie, and I'm dressed in olive green pants, an army issue green shirt, and red shoes. Obviously, I got dressed in the dark. Good thing there is no one here to impress. I am completely cranky. It's like my therapist told me. Every time you allow a boundary of your own to be violated (even if you are the one violating your own boundary) no good can come of it; it always leads to regret or resentment.

I should have just gone to bed.