Over-caffeinated

Earlier this summer I changed my "usual" Starbucks order. Before I was a grande, percent, extra-latte. I switched to iced venti Americano. Some days, the venti is the perfect size. Other days, like today, it is way too much and I'm a manic mess. During such manic episodes, I simulataneously read every blog, news story, and e-mail I can pull-up all while downloading song after song on iTunes. And somehow manage to work at the same time. Unfortunately, I perform none of those tasks very well. Maybe because I neglected to eat anything with the venti caffeine potion.

Shout out to my favourite chef, Stella, for a great dinner last night: thanks.

I don't care about Suri Cruise, didn't know Steve Irwin was so beloved, am happy that Rosie is getting more attention than Star these days, am barely into Season 1 of Nip/Tuck but am nevertheless going to watch the season premiere of Season 4 that aired last night, am really enjoying Season 3 of Footballers Wives, plan to read Rupert Everett's new book (did he really meet Madonna in 1985 because Sean Penn flagged Rupert and his friend Mel down on a So Cal road?), am looking forward to a fundraiser tomorrow night, am not thrilled with the fact that my gym permanently closed last week and now, for the first time in three years, I don't have a Wednesday night class to go to, am looking forward to a return trip to Las Vegas later this month with an old friend, and finally am wondering how the hell I got to be such a fan of bloody Rascal Flatts. That's all.

Today's Song: William, It Was Really Nothing, The Smiths