Feeling the mania take me over in the late hours of the night, knowing that I need to get to bed soon. I woke up feeling like the biggest pile of poop, because I woke up SO damn late, that I couldn't accomplish anything. But I didn't let that ruin my evening. I watched The Godfather Part II for the first time ever, and it was great! I can see why it has a legacy.

Anyway, I am spinning out of control and it is almost 2am and I KNOW I have to get to bed soon if I plan on getting anything done tomorrow. God help me why won't my brain stop racing like this!! UGHHH!