Too much coffee, not enough time…

So yesterday, I drank two pots of coffee–super-strong Starbuck’s french roast. Being shot into the stratosphere by liquid cocaine isn’t as fun as it sounds. I’m still coming (and calming) down. Who knew coffee could induce paranoia and visual hallucinations? For awhile there, I wasn’t sure that I wasn’t Elvis reincarnated.

So, today is a day of rest and recovery. And you know what, I feel like shit. I think I need a cup of coffee.

EXTERMINATE!

Did I mention that I want a voice for my GPS that’s off the Daleks from Doctor Who. The GPS would say “Recalculate” just like the Daleks say “Exterminate.” The GPS would also say “Turn left you insignificant piece of flesh” when I would need to turn left…It would be awesome.