Internal melodramatic anguish mixed with hyper happiness is apparently my life. I'm enjoying the hyper thing as always, but the anguish-y crap has to go. Now I have never taken illegal drugs in my entire 1/4 of a century - but I wouldn't mind a tank of that delicious laughing gas they use at the dentist office. I enjoy that so much. ;) I always hear a song when I'm on it. It's the same song, but different. But the same.
So I can't get any work done, really. I'm just so busy doing nothing all the time. And it's great, because there are other people around who also love to do nothing, and they are lovely people and most of them are extremely entertaining. Not that they are here for my entertainment...no... Seriously. I am worried about my lack of studiousness. But, I mean, what am I supposed to do? Kill myself with pointy forks until I'm finally prodded into writing my latest essay on a chapter of Evolution: The Great Debate?