Every inch of muscle in my body has a week's worth of "tired" carved through it. Even the promise of liquor leaves me dry and uninspired. Every single moment of every single day of this week has been filled with some thing to do, some place to be, some thought to think, some phrase to say, some people to meet, some event to plan. Maybe that's why my body has taken itself hostage in demand for release. The perpetual carousel of language hasn't stopped circling through my head, but it's definitely slower than normal. In spite of the overdose of caffeine. I have had so much caffeine today that I have to admit that I'm a little worried about tonight. I should probably use a little booze to lower myself back down to the level of "not quite shaking like a complete fiend." Even my eyeballs can't stand still....