P.T.E.D.
P. T. E. D. is like having a brain full of ants that just got stepped on. You can't think straight, you pace like a madman, and you sweat so much you could water a garden.
I got P. T. E. D. after my third coffee and started yelling at my toaster. It didn’t help.
I had P. T. E. D. in the grocery store and ran out of the store like I was being chased by a bear.
I had P. T. E. D. and turned my living room into a racetrack. My cat was confused.