Mmmm... Caffeine

setting the scene... it's a lovely, sunny saturday afternoon in our condo on the south jersey shore. my 11th cup of coffee, give or take a cup or two, is waiting patiently by my side as i type.

i guess that's a lot of coffee for someone to drink in a four our period. but i'm not done. i still have a good 4 or 5 more cups coming to me (any scientists interested in studying me may inquire via the comments).

right about now, the average person would be vibrating more furiously than bea author's favorite sex toy. and half-way through the process of cleaning their brains off the walls.

but not me. i'm as calm and serene as the space between george w bush's ears.

i may be braindead. someone hurry, call congress.