Tilt

I’m a creature of unconscious, visceral, and largely endocrine responses. All adrenaline, all the time if I’m anyone, which most days I’m not. Most days I stick to the familiar, try to avoid setting myself off.

Some days I do a thing and my neurons fizz and crackle and I am high as fuck and annoying as another sweary thing, probably fuck squared. That would be messy.

So I finally sent off my passport forms, lost my phone, found my phone, did some grocery shopping, ate and drank some things. I’m trying to scrape my brain off the fucking ceiling. I’m euphoric in ways I have no business being -ever-, much less on this incredibl;y chilled monday. And yesterday, yesterday I was so chilled out I was practically undead. I listened to a whole Fleet Foxes album, almost!

So yeah. Manic. And unable to ficus long enough to do anything. Yeah.

My brain is an odd place to live.