I don't have time for this. I don't mean I don't have time to write an entry, but that I don't have time to do anything to make an entry worth reading. I can't sleep and I can't think. Those two phenomena might be related.

Here's the crux of my day: I spit up on myself. That's your highlight. I was drinking coffee too fast and it went down wrong and all of a sudden I could feel it coming back. I tried to choke it back until I could get off the white carpet, but all I managed was to soak my sweatshirt and my Levi's.

That's a pretty helpless feeling, to have something in the wrong pipe and then start gasping for air. I came close to keeling over, and I did end up on my knees. But I survived it, and I suppose a little laundry won't hurt me. I need to do a load anyway. The whole incident threw me off for the rest of the day, though, and the day hadn't started out well.

My latest plans to run errands were stopped at the gate for the second day in a row. Yesterday it was a morning of endless phone calls from the Boss. Today it was a night of very little sleep. I've been a near-zombie all week, and today was the worst. Oddly enough, I probably got more actual work done today than I have on any other day lately.

I don't know why I'm bothering you with this. The day ended with another big mistake. I tried to watch XXX while I was winding down tonight. Can you imagine? The loudest, fastest, most furious movie of the year. Just what I need when I'm overcaffeinated and overstressed. I mean, the movie's theme song is "Adrenaline." And it didn't hold my attention, which tells you something but I don't know what.

I need to get away from here, just for awhile. I'm going to try to get out for lunch tomorrow. I'll let you know if it does any good.