I think I have reached a stage of delirium.
I'm laughing inappropriately - too long and too loud, with the snorting and the fist beating on the desk - at things that Jake says that aren't really even funny. He referred to El Paso as "meatloaf with a tie" and I lost it; tears streaming down my face and everything.
And then I proceeded to giggle and laugh under my breath for the next half hour.
I think it's from a combination of:
1. Lack of sleep
2. Lack of food
3. WAY too much stress
And I keep typing "Meatload" which, in this context, is entirely too gross.
Earlier, Jake told me he smelled onions. I came back from lunch, sat down at my desk, logged onto my computer, then loudly declared that "it smells like BACON in here."
Olafactory hallucinations, are they a sign of mental illness?