Oh, oh my.

So, I've been sick and sleep-depped for as long as my tiny memory stretches back. In matters that are of course totally unrelated, I've been consuming what is for me quite a lot of caffeine. Last night, Mere and I had a "we are so sick; we are taking the night off, eating bad food and watching Bab 5" night. I slept somewhere close to 12 hours, melatonin-aided.

Then, I got up to nice sunshine, had a long slow morning and ate two slices of pizza. I also, as a matter of course, finished off the diet Mountain Dew that was sitting on my desk. Adequate sleep+food+light+caffeine mean that I am suddenly WIRED.

I'ma go clean the closet now. (I will not: start a new corset, reorganize all my fabric, disassemble the pantry, learn to make ice cream, start an ambitious piece of art or write a novel.) Wheeeeeeeeee!

PS:

It is androgynous alabaster model day in my browser. Holy gods.

http://danklook.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/600full-agyness-deyn.jpg
http://rippedtorn.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/agyness-deyn-i.jpg?w=556
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Nrq79GDIJg/TnI_-IwfzAI/AAAAAAABfo0/qzFP6flFelY/s1600/Agyness+Deyn+by+Hedi+Slimane+for+Vogue+China+March+2011+3.jpg
http://i2.listal.com/image/407527/600full-agyness-deyn.jpg
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zWbq9p9HtO8/TN3inhCTg8I/AAAAAAAAXgg/RihOF235yD4/s1600/image-12.jpg
http://www.creativeboysclub.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/0147.jpg

I'll just stop that now...

Aha!

So it turns out I'm -crazy- today. That answers the question of where the energy came from. At least it's the marginally useful kind?

No, brain. I shall rebuff your attempt to turn manic energy into weeping anxiety. Here is some Irish punk. Here are some dishes. Wash them. Here are some potatoes. Eat them. Here is some laundry. Do it. Here are some shoes. Put them the fuck on.

Wheeeee, mark two.