I drank one of those five hour energy thingys about an hour ago, after eating a piece of pinapple upside down cake and I'm about to attach myself to the ceiling and crawl around like those creepy old people in the third installment of The Exorcist.
It's Friday in the newsroom and we have all been in and out all day. Michael got a haircut and now he looks about 14 years old. My leggings are losing their elastic around the waist so I keep having to pull them up. Jeff is explaining the intricacies of gold stars and generals. I need to go home and run around my house about 40 times.