Can You Mainline Espresso?

after the scintillating soup dumplings of Chelsea, we took the girls to the cafe` that Stephen and i went to on our 1st date (g'head, you know you wanna say AAAAAAAAAAAAW), for dessert. we hung out for a while; indulging in cappucinos, pumpkin cheesecake and tiramisu and then parted ways. now, on the way into the city, Stephen and i stopped at a Starbucks so i could get my caffeine quota for the day (CawfeeGuy is a high-holy mess without it; we're talking headaches, mood swings, etc). when i got back in the car to go home, i still had half of my 5-shot-venti-iced-skim-caramel-latte. by the time we got home, at 9:30, it was gone. long story short: i was so wired, i didn't fall asleep till after midnight. i lay in the bed, next to stephen, with every atom of my body vibrating. i felt like the Flash. i felt like Whitney Houston. now, i feel like hell.
i am so tired and so delerious that even the lyrics to Samantha Fox's Love House seemincredibly deep and meaningful.
today is probably the worst day that i could feel like this: it's Monday, the interns have all left (leaving me to do all my work myself), and i've now got more work than i have gotten all summer long. i probably shouldn't be blogging...

"There's love in my house for fun, whee/There's love in my house for you/There's love in my house, you won't be sorry/'Cos I know just what to do"~Love House (Samantha Fox)