So I had pancakes with like a load of whipped cream and gigantic pile of fruit for breakfast over a few cups of coffee. All the sugar plus the fact that I’ve been cutting down on my coffee intake for a few weeks means I basically went bouncing-off-the-walls batshit when Michael and I got home. After melting down for a half an hour, I started running around and giggling like a maniac and pestering Michael to make more coffee. He tried to say no, but I hugged him and wouldn’t let go while pleading for coffee between incoherent giggles. He was like, “this is what I’ve always imagined having a live koala on my back would be like,” and I was like “aiiiiiieeeee!” But he made me coffee and now I’m on the floor programming and it’s ALL the colors, you guys!!