why the fuck am i still up?

Sooooooooo.....we open in 5 1/2 hours and i am still here. I just got done washing all the tables and setting them, sweeping and resweeping, mobbing up like a mofo (mobbies -- you know who you are), organizing the office, drinking assloads of delicious diet coke, and readying myself mentally for a new facet of my life which is scheduled to begin in less time than i care to admit to myself right now. i feel like a kid on christmas eve. i am all jittery and excited and basically all out stoked for what the future holds for me, and that is the first time i have even remotely felt this way since i was about 20. if you knew me back then, then you are familiar with the organization (that shall remain nameless) that shit on me and pretty much sapped my will to live for a long time. Well, that was the last time i can remember being excited about what was in store for me, at least career-wise. suddenly, i am again invested in my own future. thank goodness. i was beginning to think i was destined to live out the rest of my life in a state of hopeless desperation, broken up only by shallow respites of drunken debauchery. now i get to work 15 hour days and fall into bed exhausted each night, albeit with a smile on my face. now if only andy and i can avoid killing each other, all will be well. come by tomorrow and eat an egg sandwich and help us pay for the produce that i am writing a bad check for.
holla.