scrambly brains...

i feel scattered and like i want to talk in ten different directions at once. the gorgeousness of mary and derek's wedding, whether "marrified" is really the word jill used or whether it was an even cooler corruption that i must remember to use when her turn comes up, how much i still want to see in america or 21 grams instead of big fish even though we saw big fish three days ago, how i was really hoping for a nice little two-bedroom but how the luxury three-bedrooms where amy's willing to give us the master suite really do look good despite the somewhat icky rent, how jealous i get sometimes that my co-workers smirk about cooking gumbo when i'd be really really happy just to get my dishes completely washed for once, how much i can't wait for my co-worker celine to get back -- not only because i'm tired of doing her work, but also because her presence completes the corner of comradeship that makes working there survivable even for another month, how much thief of baghdad looks like aladdin despite being silent and old, how i fell asleep on the couch last night watching it not because it wasn't good or because douglas fairbanks isn't excellent eye candy but because i was tired from going to waho the night before, how great it was to see angie and john and liz and joni because i don't see them much, how my head's developing this cute little fantasy-land knoxville where angie and john move up too because that would be cool, how carboni's quesadilla-maker is super-nifty, and is that ten directions yet? if not, i could keep going...

post-coffee, this is normal. but i'm still pre-coffee. scary. and i can't even really pursue any of those because i should've been in the shower ten minutes ago. if you made it through that run-on, congratulations on your tenacity!