I Drank Too Much Coffee (Again)

And for some reason, I have decided this merits a blog entry.  I don't mean "too much" as in a I had a couple cups and now I can't sleep--I mean too much as in I had several pots and now my vision is a bit spotty, my hands are shaky, and I'm narrating this out loud, way faster than my piss-poor typing skills can keep up with.  Also, seeing as there isn't a responsible adult around to stop me (my husband is asleep, like a normal person) I went ahead and started another pot.  I'm on a roll tonight.

Sorry.  I got distracted and I can't remember where I was going with that.  It'll come back to me, but for now I'll talk about my bathroom.  Talk, because yes, I'm still talking.  To myself, only different because it's sort of like I'm talking to you fine folks.  Except I'm the only person answering.  Never mind.  Bathroom.

We're completely redoing it.  It's going to be awesome, but right now it's just a huge pain in my ass, keeping me stuck in the house all day as strange people come in and out.  This is what it looked like yesterday:

With the lack of floor, I can finally show off my scary basement without actually having to go down there.  I'm pretty sure it's full of dead people and spiders the size of dogs.  Small dogs, but still.  Next year's home improvement project is to wall-in an area and create a home theater.  Also, we're going to turn the secret room into a speakeasy!  Hopefully, that will happen next year, too.

Anyway, the bathroom now has a floor and a toilet, which is good.  George was fairly sure I'd forget and fall through the gaping hole in the middle of the night and, unable to move, the spiders would eat me.  (Okay, the last part was mine.  But he really was worried about the first part.)  I don't know if that means he doesn't give me enough credit or he just knows me too well.  I'd take a picture of the bathroom now, but I don't know where my camera is and I don't feel like looking for it.  Just picture that room with a floor and toilet.  Not actual flooring (that's stacked up in the kitchen) just a sub-floor.  That's it.  Tomorrow we're getting new pipes and drywall!

Oh yeah, half way through that, I remembered what I was talking (still talking) about earlier.  I've discovered that in addition to my coffee problem, I might have an internet problem.  It's nothing major, and it's not affecting my family or home, but if I'm at the computer, I don't last 10 minutes before ending up online.  I guess it's only a problem because it takes away from other interests and hobbies.  Tonight I solved this by taking my laptop to a restaurant where I was fairly certain I would not get a signal.  It worked!  I sat there and drank coffee and wrote.  For over five hours.  I can drink a lot of coffee in five hours, especially if I don't have to get up and get it myself.  I'm a terrible writer, so I still question my productivity here, but at least I wasn't on the internet.  I'm also wondering if I narrated myself at the restaurant.  Boy, I hope not because that would have been really unfortunate for the people behind me.

I have no idea where I'm going with this, and to be honest, sitting down is killing me.  I had very high hopes when I started, but I keep losing my focus so it's just all over the place and awful.  I think I'm going to go eat some buffalo wings, pace around my house, and probably delete this in the morning.  In the mean time, here's a picture of my new crayons!

The red thing is a sharpener.  It doesn't work, which is disappointing, but it was a nice thought.

On a final note, I really can't wait for Cedar Point to open.  It's that time of year that I start to get really excited about it.