Facing down the mud


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.