I haven't been sleeping. I have so much energy. But not in a super great way.

I mean, I've gotten a TON of things done. But not anything super effective. And I can't seem to finish anything. I did finally totally texture and re-paint the bathroom after a year of slowly picking away at the wallpaper. It's mostly black now because I was apparently channeling my inner jr. high goth me. Suck it grown-ups! It's also purple and actually turned out really cool. I have no plans to ever paint it again and I still have miles of wallpaper in every corner of this house so it is staying that way.

I did learn that I have totally lost all sense of balance. I don't generally require a step stool on account of being enormous, but the little two-stepper I used was apparently trying to buck me off. Maybe it's also because I'm 20 pounds heavier now too. Damn I love have diseases and meds.

Also, my super gumby body allows me to twist and contort all kinds of different ways to reach the paint can when I have one foot on the counter and one on the little step stool 5 feet away. Surprisingly, my balance and coordination are much better when I'm playing twister 3 feet in the air. Feet together: fall down. Legs and arms in every corner at once: totally balanced.

I'm taking a nap. Possibly.