My supervisors may be daunted by the prospect of dealing with a perilously perky Lunatic who appears to be on fast-forward compared to her normal self, but they vastly prefer a productive and perky Lunatic to a depressed one taking shelter against the slings and errors of outrageous cold-calling in the ladies' room.
Scary, eh? Especially given that my inhibitions against doing stupid shit seem not to be fast-forwarded with me, half the time.
At least I'm not severely sleep-depped on this. Then I'd be hallucinating into the bargain. (Auditory hallucinations are one of the serious signs I need more sleep Right Now. . ..)