use caffine with care (subtitled: i don't remember the first day of school being like this-- surreal)

status update:

the following meanderings take place between 9:50 and 10:10 on 7 february 2007.

it feels like a monday even though it is wednesday.
it's the first day of school for 2 months and i can't believe i am not leaving to travel tomorrow.
following "super bowl monday" and the poker game preceding football, i slept for 24 hours. the only times i woke up were to eat chocos (cocoa puffs), watch sex in the city (single episodes to fall asleep to) , ponder my 24-inspired dreams about terrorists and other atrocities, realize that i am not sure what i am doing next year, stress out about it for a moment, and decide that i will not get out of my warm bed to enter the world of cold rain. i think of these days in bed as fetal periods before rebirth. apparently, today will be rebirth. hmmm...
i am riding a caffine high like none other and listening to guns and roses "sweet child of mine."
it seems quitting my smoking habit is imminent (though i truly enjoy the little cancer sticks) because i can't find camel lights anywhere. i am weak with personal pleasures.
it's surreal talking to former students of facebook.
i am currently mired in the web-based research that consists of looking up pictures of friends' signigicant others on their websites, myspace accounts, blogs. thank god for the internet. otherwise my productivity in my actual job would be superhuman!
i would do nearly anything for a good sandwich or a caramel latte. what if there were a shipping business for perishables?
someone in the woodstock community just sent out an email about adopting a cat. wait, didn't this happen already? with a dog? twice?
trying to be professional but cannot find room i am supposed to substitute in...
it's like riding a bike, right?