Maybe it’s the lack of sleep. Or the stretching myself out too thin (which I keep SAYING I won’t do anymore). Or it’s the overcaffeination and underhydration. Or maybe it’s just all of the above. But for some reason, in the last week, I’ve got completely batshit insane. I seriously do not understand how I am still functioning as a human being and/or getting shit done (And shit? She is getting DoNe!) Time has pretty much lost all meaning. Everything seems both possible and impossible. My mood jumps from a state of tearstained panic to brilliant euphoria.
I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!
And I’m too straight-edged these days to blame it on external substances. By which I mean drugs. Which I am not on (Mom).
If When I survive this weekend… well, it will be all worth it. I think.
In the meantime, isn’t this a wicked guitar rift?