I am your neighbor, and a liar.

By the way, do you have Zoe's number? (If you don't know what this line is from, you deserve to be...dunno...something)

This is the type of asinine comments that escaped my lips today at work. I had been awake for thirty hours, and began to say the most absurd things to my co-workers and children I work with.

I was talking to this worker having trouble with immigration. He was trying to get his wife across the border, but refused to show me the documentation so I could help. He was also trying to rest, and take his mind off of the worries. I looked at him and said, "Javon, get on your cot, and give me those papers so I can get your wife back!"

Javon's grinned like any four-year-old would, after being told something so absurd. "I don't have a wife."

His friend lying in the near vicinity, fired, "Papers?!?"

Yes, I wasn't speaking to a distraught co-worker, but a child. I looked around sheepishly at met the gaze of my co-teacher, who was clearly contemplating what kind of drugs I was taking.

The next incident happened when I was sitting in library with a boy named Andy. He asked me politely if he could read the new library books we had brought in today.

Donning my best Latin American accent, I replied, "Be very careful, they belong to Ernesto 'Che' Guevara." I shook my head realizing this phrase was a remnant of "The Motorcycle Diaries" I had watched the night before. "No they don't, Andy. That's fine."

I've had insomnia before. But never hallucinations accompanied with it. At my lowest point of the day, a person standing right behind me, made me jump. It was the hood of my pine-green sweatshirt.

It's odd what a deprived brain can do to you. It's the most complex thing in the universe and it's right behind the nose. Fascinating!