Too Wired to Work.

I am bouncing off the walls. Primarily this is my own fault, because I went to Starbucks this morning to sit and work for a while, discovered that crack pumpkin spice latte is back on the menu, and ordered one. And forgot to make it decaf.

But aside from that:

1) The reports on Katrina have kept me restive and antsy this afternoon. I'm pondering giving the Salvation Army a call and seeing if there's anything I can do in a volunteer capacity over Labor Day weekend. (Anybody not going to D*C and interested in coming with, if this occurs?)

2) On a far more selfish note, I want my Prius. I'm on pins and needles waiting for the dealer to call me and tell me it's here.

3) My mother, being the rabid worrymonger that she is, pointed out to me that when I fly out to visit my dad for his birthday next weekend, I'll be in the air on September 11th (and immediately asked me, therefore, not to go visit my dad. But that's another matter entirely). THANKS MOM. ...now I'm paranoid too, despite logic telling me that it's silly to worry.

I need to finish prepping for class tomorrow. But I'm so scatter-brained that... well. It's a good thing I'm giving 3/4 of the class over to a lab exercise tomorrow. :P