i had a bit of insomnia last night and have had way too much coffee to overcompensate this morning. thinking too fast to talk, then too slow. i feel like i am in that simpson's episode where homer out eats that trucker at the steak restaurant and the trucker dies and so homer and bart have to go deliver his last load. then homer slacks off and has to get like a billion miles in a couple of hours so he takes all of those uppers, then the guy at the stop and go tells him that would kill him so he takes all of those sleeping pills to counter act it. then he just volleys between going super fast and falling asleep. and the truck drives itself and all is ok. that is how i feel. now if i can only get photoshop to drive itself i will be all good. <p> xoxo -missy