i had sushi with artboy for lunch and now his portfolio, lovely thing, sits on my desk waiting for my boss to be out of a meeting so i can hand it over to him. fingers crossed.

i have had way, way too much fucking caffeine.

my fingers are going faster than they really can. many typos to correct.

this has been such an unproductive week yet for some reason my spidey sense tells me that next week will be better.

ack ack sputter. apparently the words 'cinnamon spice mocha' really mean, in starbucks-ese, 'mocha with cinnamon and weird clumpy bits in the bottom that feel truly disgusting when you get most of the way through your coffee and suddenly find solid-ish things in your mouth.'

i think that's enough coffee for one day.

impatient. antsy. overcaffeinated. anticipationy. antsy. two hours and change left before the weekend and no definite plans. i might have to pick up the phone. i might have to stay in and save money. i might watch the superbowl, but i probably won't. i might go for long, long walks in the rain because that is the kind of mood i'm in, face upturned no umbrella just smiling at the northwesty weather. and because i haven't been to the sculpture garden since. you know. since. and i want to see that it's alright. i want to run my hands over the back of the crouching cat and around the chess pieces and the little people moving them.

and i'd like to show them to someone, sometime. someone sometime soon.