I’m well aware something is wrong with me, my brain feels like it’s moving so fast that all the neurons are firing at such high speeds that I’m suddenly smarter than ever before, my mind moved too fast too worry about syntax I’ll edit another time, too fast to worry about logic or plans. Someone bring me a pen before I go all mad man and begin rambling again. Who am I kidding I always ramble, but even still, this is worse and yet so much better. It feels so amazing simply marvelous like the heavens have opened up and screamed, “hey you back to work” and I’m more than happy to oblige.
Such is life.