So, kshandra and I managed to wander to the city for the WWF (no, the one that conserves wildlife... no, the one without wrestling, unless is wresting money from your wallets) "Wild Fete Dance Party", where we got to mourn the horrible stage presence of the Cowboy Junkies (I loved "The Trinity Sessions", and their killer version of "To Lay Me Down", but they were an opening act for the opening act... how are the mighty fallen?), appreciate on Noelle Hampton (she rocked the house... THAT was a warm up act), take advantage of some incredible free chocolate (including freshly made custom ho-ho's... yes HO-HO'S), food, and open bar... and then Spearhead.
If you've never heard of them, look 'em up. They will get you bouncing yourself into a complete mess without dangerous drugs or surgery. Some of their stuff is available on iTunes, now for both Mac and Windows. It's labeled as rap/hip-hop, but it's a lot more than that.
Okay, I intended to write a lot more... but sitting still in a courtroom waiting for them to figure out which of us will be sitting in a jury box for the next week or so has taken a lot out of tigger-boy. You think it's exhausting being hyper, try being hyper without appearing to be.