Wishing Upon A Star

I must have had way too much caffeine last night. I hardly slept at all and my heart was racing. I felt as if I wanted to jump out of my skin. I am not in the least bit rested. It had to have been the iced tea I had with dinner. It’s always my beverage of choice, but this must have been high test! It might have been a combination of the tea and the very spicy secret ingredient that was used on my steak. It could also have been a reaction to MSG, if it was one of the spices that they used. I often have a really bad reaction to that.

Whatever it was, I felt like crap all night, and I spent the morning drinking gallons of water trying to flush out my system.

I hate that leap out of your skin feeling. It makes for a non-productive day, as well. I felt so antsy that I couldn’t really settle into getting much done.

I kept jumping in the car and going places that I didn’t really need to go to, when what I should have done was park myself in this apartment and not budge!

I went to my stamp store today, hoping to locate the magazine that I was quoted it, but they didn’t have any left. I didn’t spend too much time there. I picked up a couple of other magazines I was looking for, and a neat stamp that’s called a rolling pin stamp. It’s the shape of a rolling pin (duh!) and has four long stamps on each side. This one has a music theme and is very cool. This was very expensive, so I only got one other stamp. The other is a brand new design that has a face that is half moon and half sun.

I really liked celestial designs for a while, but sort of overdid it, so this is the first sun/moon stamp I’ve bought in quite a while.

I thought I did well to avoid spending any more than that. I think I’ve come to realize that I already own so many stamps that I need to be a bit pickier in what I buy.

There is one line of designs that I think is just beautiful, but the prices of the stamps are so outrageously high that I can’t bring myself to buy any.

now if I could just find some time to play with them!

I tried to pick up the ring my mother picked out as her anniversary gift from my father, but they wouldn’t let me get it because I wasn’t the one who ordered it. That was aggravating.

So I had to stop at my parent’s house to give my mother the money so she could go get it. That meant sitting there and chatting for an hour. I wasn’t really in the mood for it, and I kept thinking of all the other things I still needed to get done.

My mother had been in a really nasty mood yesterday, so I wasn’t feeling very warm and fuzzy towards her as it was. I stuck around for a while then skedaddled at the first chance I got.

I continued to feel jumpy for the rest of the afternoon.

Whatever this stuff was, it was downright lethal.

On the homefront, I did the grocery shopping and actually did get the kitchen floor washed. I guess the place looks semi-respectable.

I wish I didn’t feel so tired when I got home after work, so that I could do just one or two little things. I just can never get the energy stirred up to get myself going.

In the back of my mind I was thinking I’d like to take a day off this week, but I don’t think I can. I have a parent meeting on Monday and Thursday mornings, the reading program tutoring on Monday and Wednesday, and we have a field trip to see the Boston Symphony Orchestra on Friday. I can’t miss that one, as I think Keith Lockhart will be conducting and I love to watch him

I think I may be baseballed out. The Met’s just won their fifteen-inning game , and my Sox are currently behind, but I’m so tired that I don’t think I can make it to the end of that game.

I think I’ll take a couple of Advil then go to bed to watch the game and if I fall asleep, I fall asleep.

I can’t believe that my weekend is over and that I still feel as if I could take another two days off to rest.

But at least I have New York to look forward to on Saturday!

I hope it gets cooler. It’s way too warm out today, I want it to be crisp fall next Saturday!

I still have to prod Michael to find out what the story is with him.

And I’m a coward.

Some things never change.

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