Today? Oh boy. Stand back. The switch has flipped.

BF had expressed interest in a certain costume for Halloween. Dug into planning that last night. At first, thought that I was just excited to be working on something creative, but realized it was more than that while digging through 9 boxes of fabric (remember the pile o' testament to manic-y I got back last week? Yeah, that one.) flipping all possibly relevant pieces into a big pile and squealing over websites, furiously written thoughts on design, rabbit drawing (oh, right, that's another costume, not his..), considering costumizing some of my own clothes (that I don't want to ruin, so I won't. But I thought about it!) Got to a point where I needed some basic elements to start on, but damn, the stores aren't open at those hours, considered measuring BF's head for a hat while he was sleeping, till finally conceding I'd really have to wait till today to continue. At 2 am (no biggie). Then bouncing out of bed a few hours later squealing, "you are sooo going to kick *** in this costume contest!" and blathering on. And on. And on about all the thought processes, clever ideas, materials needed, "and oh! I need to measure you!" You get the idea. The synapses are snappin' for sure.
So, off to the hunt n' gather... (don't worry, in costuming my motto is maximum cleverness, minimum outlay)
(and ooooh, ooooh, please let me enjoy this! At least for a bit. I know it's bad, but oh how I've missed it...)