somebody is a little hyper. somebody doesn't know what to do with herself. this person just had a whirlwind, a rush, a flush of everything roar through, and she's hyped up, amped, super hyper, yep, very hyper, talk talk talkity talk, she doesn't know what to do, she doesn't have a fever anymore, she just spent a week prepping, critiquing, putting things up, pounding, drilling, climbing ladders, going out and getting drinks, hanging out with cool folks, talk talk talkiting away, she got to move her body, she got to feel stressed out and overdo things, she got to forget to eat, she got to have lots of attention, maybe too much attention, because now she is running and running and she needs to slow down, but she is moving soon, and selling her futon on craiglists, and getting rid of her bed, and finding a new roommate for her roommate who doesn't want to look for another roommate, and she is going home (she's pretty excited about going home, her sister has a new house, a new cat, and a new kitten. her mom sounds excited too, that doesn't help), but first she has to do all these things, and she doesn't know which to start on first even though she keeps going, keeps revving through the blogs, the news, the games, the email, the google searches, doing the laundry, eating food, wondering what to do, dragging her heals on making the presents she needs to make, feeling strutting happy in her spiff new hat her friend made her (with special knitting patterns that she didn't know existed). she started packing boxes, but got bored with packing boxes, she hates packing boxes, but who really likes packing boxes?, but she really likes saying packing boxes, and there's supposed to be some new project tomorrow in the text class, and she was meaning to bring something to eat, but she's too hyper to settle down to cook something but maybe she should do that anyways, and so much to do, so much to write about, but she doesn't want to write, she wants to chop wood and listen to heavy metal and punk and she wants to roll around with lambert and beat him up, and she wants to throw a snowball at someone and go sledding and run into things going too fast and get a few bruises and then brag about the bruises until someone pokes them to shut her up, because by golly she really needs to shut up, she could just keep going and running off, and what has gotten into her, really? she swears she hasn't been having too much caffeine, no chocolate, no crack or anything, and she's also really tired, her eyes keep trying to close, but then she bolts upright with a thousand things to say and do and want to do and oh my oh my oh. yeah.