Excuse Me, I Seem To Have Misplaced My Lithium

I've been getting hyper in the late afternoon for a while now, but I don't think anything matches the incident I had today.

Usually I perk up right around 5pm, running around like a nut unless I've got something to do, and occasionally having enough energy that I have to go walk around the building to shake out excess energy.

But today, from 5:30 on to about 10, I was so hyper, I didn't even know what to do with myself. I stuffed more envelopes in an hour than I usually do in three.

I was running around like a total loon, and when I left, it only got worse. As I was racing home at 80 miles an hour on the freeway, I was talking on the phone at a million miles an hour.

It was even worse when I got in. I was dancing in the elevator, although that came to an abrupt halt when the elevator rebelled and decided to make weird noises at me.

I even was jumping up and down on the way to my door, singing Joan Jett's "Bad Reputation" in the middle of my building, likely to the consternation of my neighbors.

I have no idea what brought this on. It came on right after dinner, and I did have a caffineated soda with dinner, but it's not like the Diet Pepsi was laced with crystal meth or something.

I was running around like a goddamn cokehead for the rest of the day. It was fun, but I'm going to have to figure out why.

Right now, however, I've pretty much completely crashed, so I'm going to bed.

Weird

So since I've moved in, one of the sliding doors on my shower has been sticking a lot. I've pretty much just been dealing with it, since it's not a big deal. Haven't mentioned anything to the super, or anyone, really.

Today, the door was magically fixed. Slid like it was just installed yesterday.

I have no idea how, though I'm tempted to go with elves.

Away Message Of The Night

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Illin'

I've been sick the last few days, thus with the no posting.

Many apologies, it's one of those colds where your head feels like it weighs about fifty pounds. I'm one of the last people in the office to get it, but at least I know what's coming.

Alas, what's coming is at least another couple days of miserableness, but just bearable enough miserableness that I still am good enough to go to work.

D'oh.