Mexican Jumping Bean

I have been feeling very giddy recently. Like someone put a Mexican jumping bean inside of me and I keep on giggling. It is nearing 5 in the morning and I'm up because I am that giddy. When I do sleep I wake up smiling. 

I would like to...

Replace my heart with a rock. I experience too many feelings sometimes. Like everyone does. But too many ups and downs. If my heart was a rock then I wouldn't experience this. Also, I wouldn't feel bad if I do something wrong or say something mean. If you'd like to be very literal...I would be dead because you can't function on a rock as a heart. But just use your imagination please. If I had a rock as a heart then I would stop being so anxious. 

I have a migraine...

And thoughts. Tons of thoughts. Like donating my eggs. Running a marathon. Witnessing a murder. Some weird. Some not so weird. Adopting a kid and naming him Milo cause that's a cool name. I'm also thinking about what it would be like to be 80 years old, named Ethel... with an oxygen tank.
Also - I'm reading plays. Copious amounts of plays. I'm in the need for a new fresh monologue. Yet I had to pick up a Tennessee Williams play because I am addicted. Some people do crack. I do Williams.
Every day I get ready to singing Muppets. Most usually from 'Muppet Christmas Carol' even though it's not Christmas anymore. And I sing whilst putting on my eyeliner....
"And the worst of the worst
The most hated and cursed
Is the one that they call Scrooge.'

Which then makes me think of Mogley the Monster - my dear puppet who I had to leave at home in Virginia because I didn't have room in my luggage. Mogley whom I sometimes change into Pippa when I feel like it. Cause puppets are allowed to be transsexual.

And my migraine still hurts.