Friday, August 26, 2005

I can't read fast enough. My eyes are going a mile a minute.

I just had three cups of coffee, a piece of chocolate pudding cake and macerated strawberries. (Yes, folks. We had another Elaine Benes party at my office.)

My synapses are sparking.

This must be what it feels like to have ADHD.

Someone pass me a Ritalin!

Thoughts inside my head as I try to wrestle the sugar high:

“I love bread. Bread is good. Bread. Bread. Bread. They have some good songs too.”
“This must be what Buster Bluth feels like. Maybe even Buddy the Elf.”
“I'm not blinking as much as I think I should be.”
“I love cream cheese. Cream Cheese is good. I love Cream. Strange Brew is a great song.”
“I so need a downer right now.”
“Time really goes by slower when you can’t concentrate.”
“I hate the sound of flip flops smacking the heel of someone’s foot. There’s no place for that sound in an office.”
"I need to buy stamps."