Woke up feeling like, at least, a fifth of a million bucks. Usually I hover around a buck fifty.
Whirlwinded my way through some of my backlog: laundry, ant eviction, dental hygiene . . . but I began to fade in mid-afternoon. Now here I am - in front of my digital time-suck.
So - was that a cycle? Where the hell did that burst come from? How do I go from Mighty Getter-Donner to the little pile of Unable in which I currently reside?
Is it the drugs? Is this something that is going to happen from now on? How the hell I am supposed to keep up my ant offensive if I slide back into ennui every 12 hours? Bullshit, I tell you. Pure, high-grade, oven-roasted bullshit.
I had to withdraw from an election today, and not just because I have medieval views on the rights of women, but because I don't think I'm in any shape to be around productive humans just yet.
Not sure what I'm hoping for. A sign? A guarantee of improvement? Four horsemen? No idea.
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