so i pretty much rip van winkled thru the weekend, starting on thursday afternoon through sunday afternoon. i finally started to feel better saturday night, i'm sure thanks in no small part to the timely delivery, by dear, sweet, amy, of the most awesome beef & mushroom soup from bewiched saturday afternoon. even after that soup, i went back to sleep for about five more hours in order for the deliciousness to take effect. coupled with another 12 hour sleep marathon saturday night/sunday morning i was feeling much better sunday afternoon.

too good it seems. i got about 10 minutes of sleep 'last night'. so i came to work early this morning, loaded up on a venti white mocha (my first in about five weeks) with four shots of espresso. my drive to work this morning was wired - to say the least. anyone want to take a guess as to when i'm gonna crash today?

and to all the other freaks out on the highways at 6:15 this morning.... holy crap. i thought people were terrible drivers at normal hours - but you kiddies are CRAZY at wrong o'clock. this is precisely why i come in late and stay late.