Shaky Leg Syndrome…

I suffer from the shaky leg syndrome. It gets really bad if I’m nervous or hyped up on sugar or caffeine. This morning I’m full of caffeine and sugar.

I was startled from a cozy sleep this morning around 2am by an intense storm. It sounded like the rain and wind were going to break right through my windows. I had to get up and check the street, it tends to retain water (much like I do when Aunt Flow comes to visit) when there is a hard rain all at once. I don’t park near that section of the street most of the time because of an unfortunate experience on the same street years ago with a different car. My car was fine, there was more wind than rain so no flooding.

However, I was doom, I could not seem to fall back asleep, the noise was so loud. I laid there for ages, and then finally must have fallen asleep and turn off my many alarms and woke up at a lovely 7:12am. I’m technically supposed to be sitting at my desk at 7:30am. I did a quick gathering of cloths, did a mini shower, and raced for the door. However, I knew I was not going to survive the morning without some good coffee. I have this stuff in my office right now that I’m not real keen on, it’s almost gone, so I’m waiting it out. I ended up stopping at what might be my new fav coffee place, Cup O Joe, and lucked out. The flavored coffee of the day was… cinnamon hazelnut, one of my favs. So off I headed to my office coffee and scone in hand. Now here I sit, typing 10000 words per minute because of crazy sugar and caffeine and my leg is propelling enough energy to take flight.

In other news, yesterday was also Fat Tuesday in addition to Super Tuesday. Did you celebrate, eat loads of great food? I did! I had a lovely spinach linguine with a creamy cheese sauce topped with grilled chicken and button mushrooms. YUM!!!!!!! This was only to be topped off with a nice piece of tiramisu, another fav. I had dinner out, if you can’t tell, this would not happen in my kitchen. Ok, maybe the pasta, it would not bee too difficult, but tiramisu, never. I was feeling like it was Fat Tuesday by the end of the evening.

Ok, so back to work and doing some stuff. Boy, don’t I sound super important.