Three shots of espresso is one too many . . .

OK, it's 3:06pm and I'm bouncing off the walls.  I had a mocha latte with 2 shots of espresso and a bacon, egg, and cheese english muffin for breakfast.  Feeling guilty about my high calorie, high fat breakfast, I opted to venture out to our snazzy new drive-thru Starbucks to have a light mint chocolate chip mocha frappe with a shot of espresso mixed in for lunch.  I had iced coffe for lunch.

I'm bouncing around like a third-grader in need of Ritalin.  Also, I've taken care of all of my patients.  I have two that I'm waiting to get a hold of - one of which I've left messages at home and on a cell, meanwhile I just keep calling the other one.  I'm really like bouncing out of my seat.  Must finish up and get out.

All this free time is giving me too much time also to think about this guy I've been talking to.  I think he might like me and I think I might like him back.  This frightens me.  The fact that I may be talking to someone with some potential for a relationship is scary.  It's like I'm carrying something extremely volatile.  Like liquid nitrogen.  Or that episode of Lost where they had to carry the dymamite back to the hatch to blow it open and that Arnst guy blew himself to smithereens.  Scary. What if I'm more interested in him than he is in me?  What if I'm not interested enough?  What if I start over-analyzing things?  Oh, and there's the fact that his sister just started working here in the pharmacy (not that we're working together, per se).  At what point is he going to need to tell her that we've been talking?  Will I have to ask him to tell her, or will he do it himself?  Anyway, I know deep down that I'm just being silly, but I wish I had something with which to distract myself.

Obviously, I'm feeling much better.  The snot is down to a manageable minimum and I am no longer running a low-grade fever.  I'm looking forward to going home this weekend as well.  : p  I'm also looking forward to keeping better track of time next week and getting back to my regular workout and social schedules.  Really, I'm seriously jittery on the espresso.  Damn.  That Starbucks really knows what they're doing. Now I only have 30 more minutes before I start my weekend.