Too much Diet Coke!

I'm feeling a bit wired and edgy. It's 11:38 here in Taiwan and I should be in bed. My husband is trying to micro manage my first attempt at blogging. He's hovering and peeking over my shoulder every minute or so. My eyes are tired and all I want to do is to get in bed and fall asleep, but after drinking a liter of Diet Coke, I know it will be an hour or so before I go to bed. It's been a hot and funky day here in Taipei. The ride on the train was crappy and I stood the entire way home next to a teenager with horrid body odor. It was a combination of sweat, some sort of spicy meat, and plaque. I don't want to gross you out, but it is just not what I needed after a day at work. I spent the majority of my day sitting at my desk in my leaning chair typing away at articles for the magazine I work for. The air conditioned was set at perky and the day was punctuated with questions by a coworker that I want to kill. He's a nice guy, but there really are times when I want to stick a Bic pin in the side of his face.