In hindsight, I guess I didn't really need to make a full pot. I see that now. It's a good thing Rijid came home for his break and drank some of it, or I'd really be in bad shape. So, I'm still going to gibber like a rabid chipmunk, as my dad calls it, but just think. It could have so easily been about six ounces worse.

Cannot sit still! Gotta DO more! Gotta BE more! Wahahahahaha!!

Shut up, ok? I've never done a drunk entry. This is kinda like that. Hmm. There's some Bailey's in my fridge still, I think. I could make ANOTHER pot o coffee, and...

No no no. I recognise my limits. I'll ride out this wave, and then I'll behave more or less sanely for the rest of the day. Maybe I'll even put all this caffination to use, and go clean my kitchen. Or, maybe not. Ah, sweet sweet day off. I have dreamed of you for so long.

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