I woke up early, randomly full of energy. Not sure why. I’ve had a gloomy couple of weeks, sleeping too much, everything taking longer than it should, the usual depressive shit. But today, energy. And a desire to pour caffeine into said uncharacteristic manic feelings. So I did, and now I am moving so fast that the gloom seems far behind me. It’s probably going to catch up. But until it does, I shall do things.
This is not a feeling like I can do anything and take on the world. I’ve had that feeling before. This is more like driving a sportycar into a mud bog: there’s no way in hell I’m going to make it, but I’m going so fast that I might get some distance through before physics figures out what’s going on and puts a stop to it.