I can tell now that I'm going to be completely and utterly worthless at work today. I'm bouncing, dammit.

Tally from last night…all that remains to be done:

• Clean/mop the kitchen.
• Change the sheets on the master bed.
• Add the new songs to our mp3 database so that they're available for Saturday's party.

I keep a package of two pop-tarts in my desk for emergency purposes. I'm rather hungryish, but I fear that if I put any more sugar in the bod today, that I'm going to start flitting around the room on the strength of my adrenaline rush.

La la la. Guess I should try to look productive again for a while.