I cut my finger... again.

I am completely keyed up right now and it has nothing to do with the 5 cups of tea that I have consumed in the past 5ish hours.

I am slightly apathetic, and no that is not a joke. I have a chapter to finish and knitting that needs to be finished by it's deadline, Friday night.
I want more tea and even though there is a cup of it sitting on my coffee table less then two feet away I can't bring myself to drink it. Though to be fair that has less to do with me amazingly emo apathy and more to do with the mysterious floaty that I felt on my tongue when I took my last sip. Not to worry, I spit it out with a quickness and started yelling like a homeless person on 8th Ave when I felt it.
Turns out it was just a bit of green onion from last nights supper. But the damage has been done and I need to make a fresh pot of tea because I refuse to drink the tea in my cup.

I'm sitting here listening to the Dirty Dancing soundtrack and wishing I had that song, Angel of the Morning on my ipod...which is about to die. I really need to charge it but the charger isn't within reach and I have that whole apathy thing going on.

Gods above I am lazy this morning. I can't even blame it on the rain and gray skies because I grew up with it. blah.