Supersonic

I spent too much time on facebook again this morning. I had 4 hours of sleep and it's hard to get moving without some *play* time over yogurt and coffee after making a big ass pot of soup for my man.

Once again, not only am I out of time, but I'm taking the time to write about being out of time. Is that special or what.

Present fantasy: The scene from the Futurama episode where Fry drinks a hundred cups of coffee, and as he hits 100 he goes supersonic (the "S" is for supa and the "U" is for unique) and begins speeding around the room 50 times faster than anyone so he is only a big blur for a while putting out fires and coming out looking good.

That's my fantasy, but I'd replace him with me of course, and maybe 100 cups of coffee with something like, say a tasty donut, and I would not only be on time to work today, but I would have written a sonnet while on the way.

But no, I'm just late :)