squishy raspberry rant

I might delete this (and/or I might end up turning it into a poem) because it's probably a juvenile sounding little hissy fit about nothing in particular. I say so because I just yelled at my coffee pot and some fruit (yes literal fruit, raspberries to be exact). I yelled at the coffee pot because it was making a weird sound and I'm not really sure why I yelled at the raspberries (maybe they were glaring at me or looked too squishy or something; they taste pretty good though and so does the coffee). I was feeling frustrated because I've been randomly tired lately even though I feel like I'm getting my usual decent amount of sleep (maybe it's some sort of seasonal shift thing or maybe it's some sort of mild seasonal depression, but it hasn't even started snowing yet). I've had moments today of feeling like maybe I should just give up on communication, because nobody seems to care what I have to say. And yes, my mind might be exaggerating this (or it might not be), but I feel as if most people seem to like short in-the moment texts; not long emails and my long emails seem increasingly pointless, like I'm just writing them to myself and maybe I am. But if I'm just writing to myself, I might as well stick to the poetry and talk to my squishy raspberries. And I'm still tired, even while I'm drinking my coffee and I don't know why. And most people wouldn't even know if I was awake or asleep. And I shall now conclude this pointless little rant (which probably derives more from feelings than from reality), eat another squishy raspberry, finish my cup of frosted gingerbread coffee and try to work on other things, whether they're relatively pointless or not...