April 27, 2004

    I don't know about the rest of you, but I have been enjoying the hell out of the warm weather in the best way I know how:  under the influence of legal chemicals (only because I'm too pussy for the illegal ones--sad but true).  I've had waaaaay too much caffeine today--it was the only way to survive work.  I had a hunch that I would need to pack more than my usual amount of coffee, and I was right.  The day was a blur of short-handedness.  But, two travel mugs of warm coffee, two Nalgene bottles of iced coffee, and one Frappacino later, I found myself standing in the middle of  Shorn's store, bouncing up and down on my tippy toes, flapping my hands in the air and going "buzzzzzzz!"  The cool customer with the green beard asked "break time?"  Shorn rolled his eyes and grinned "oh, no--she's just my wife."