Zombie mode banana-related issues

I've sort of been a zombie all week, which has led me to make some odd decisions.

For example, my alarm went off at 7:15 this morning, and I snoozed until about 8:05. At some point in there, I fell into a deep sleep. At 8:05, I woke up, and had a very important debate with myself. You see, I needed to wake up then to get to work on time. But apparently, in my dream, I was "helping" someone with heroin addiction. I decided that this wasn't a selfish reason to go back to sleep, but I was actually benefiting society more by going back to sleep to help the woman addicted to heroin than I would getting out of bed and going to work.

So I did. And I was, as a result, a little late this morning to my job, which, unlike heroin-lady, actually exists in the real world.

I've always had a pretty intense relationship with bananas. I absolutely love the following things: frozen, chocolate covered bananas; fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches; banana baby food; perfectly ripe bananas on their own; banana bread. I absolutely hate: banana-flavored candy; bananas that are over-ripe at all, in the slightest; the smell of bananas. I went shopping during lunch today, and I realized I needed more hand lotion for my desk at work. What did I buy? Burt's Bees Beeswax and Banana hand creame.

Gross. I now smell like banana candy. I'm so irritated.

Those two disjointed stories, with no sort of relationship or point to them, roughly illustrate my mental state right now. I need to go to bed.