Caffeine.

My foot is about to tap away from me and into a Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers movie.

I can feel my blood RACING through my body.
Round and round.
Zooming. No. Zipping!

My mind can't think fast enough for my fingers to type at 284 wpm. (Which I'd bet my bottom dollar that they totally could right now. Mavis Beacon taught me well...)

Good thing there is no one here for me to talk to. Or else I'd be talking enough for them to make a book.
A fat book.
A fat book about nothing.

And I haven't even finished a SMALL. Goodness...

Nothing like drinking caffeine to do your homework and then your video lecture doesn't talk fast enough... Here's to coffee shop studying ("studying").
This will all be worth it when I'm done.