This day (or technically, yesterday) has been the climax of a Weekend Mood Switch Marathon. Nothing real significant happened, and by significant I mean violent and destructive, since I was able to exert such willpower that I managed to hold everything in without fail. Yes, the enraged poop machine that was my brain was subdued by my awesome might, stopping the forces of evil dead in its tracks. Happy dances of joy to the world.
It, however, has side effects. Like right now, I am a loose cannon of ideas and I do not know which to pin down first. Everything is shooting off in random directions that one can't even begin to imagine how hateful the little demons can be, bouncing around the room like hundreds of little bunny rabbits in mating season.
Plus, I have this story which I so desperately want to get out of my brain, but the thingie just isn't willing to cooperate. I sit down and look at lappie, but each time I see the cursor blink-blinking, it always seems like it's mock-mocking me. After thirty minutes or so, I usually end up giving it the finger and getting majorly frustrated (and strangely horny).
I guess I need to relax. But it's hard to relax with all the voices in my head talking at the same time. This boy needs drugs, or a boyfriend.
