Friday October 9th, 2009

Here’s to Making Poor Decisions.

I sit here drinking a tall, orange glass of carrot juice. I would be feeling extraordinarily healthy and pleased with myself if I hadn’t completely vetoed the effect of the carrot juice with the grande latte I downed this morning that is now making me type at 300 words per minute.  (But just so there’s no confusion about my office skills, I already had incredible typing prowess BEFORE the double latte took effect.  I’m like, awesome at typing fast.  Well, that is according to the feedback I receive from people who step into my office unannounced.  I may never have received a medal at field day, but THANK GOD I can type fast because that makes me so cool).

Anyways, I drank the latte because I guess I thought I needed the extra energy as we are setting up the space today for another photography workshop this weekend, but I’m feeling a bit hysterical and jittery.  More like supercharged.  It feels like I’ve been plugged into a 50o volt battery.  Needless to say I regret my decision to drink that cup of pure evil.  Coffee is the killer of men’s souls.  Caffeine = maniac.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go lift cars off of trapped children.

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