look at my crazy eyes!
i'm no chemist. and when my life finds me alone in a room with a pot of coffee, i struggle with when-to-say-when and frequently end up in an agitated state of spazzy. today, after ranting about 10 different topics between the ghetto spur and central entrance, i heard myself quacking maniacally and thought: what's with the crazies?
i stopped myself my rhetorical thought and said to chuck "oh yeah. i drank nine cups of coffee. ... i should learn how to fly a helicopter."
this was the kind of overdose that made me wish i at least had a trampoline.