i'm so hyper i'm getting near nauseous. only one cup of cawfee this morning, just one. my mind and my body have just not been in sync with the world this past week. i feel sick. i'm flipping through the e-pages scanned in here at work and the movement's making me ick. i'm also alt-tabbing way too fast for my stomach to settle. but i'm so hyper i can't help that either. pah!

i want to go home and watch the director's commentary on the two mummy movie dvds. or just go home, sit in the dark, and scream.

i don't like it that everything gets to me these days. yesterday's episode of buffy, when oz comes back to sunnydale, got to me. vh1's inside out episode of cindy margolis' ivf experience got to me. muriel's wedding got to me. starship troopers got to me. most disgustingly, the sg-1 episode where that boring race of people secretly sterilized the weaker race on that one whatever planet got to me. i mean, wtf?! i'm emotionally-distraught over television. that's pathetic. for the first time ever, i'm not relishing in this melodrama. it's unasked for, and now that i'm knee-deep in this crap, i don't want it. i don't like hanging so high uncertain and unbalanced. now i know what it's like to want a bit of prozac goddammit.