Sooooo either I'm just on a naturally bouncy, Tiggerish, getting-stuff-done part of a biorhythm cycle, orrrrr I'm high as a freakin' kite on steroids. Woke up this morning ready to walk six miles. Then I thought "Y'know what? No. Lots to do, lots to do, I can get lots done in this mood, woohoo!"
And I have. I've gotten lots done. None of the walking and none of the biking I'd planned to do, admittedly, but LOTS of other cool stuff. One of the main goals of the day was to tidy my office, and I certainly haven't done that - I've pretty much made it look like a paper-bomb exploded in here, but it's creative chaos. Tomorrow comes the bit where I re-form chaos into order, and more order than there's been for a year.
Yes, I know, I sound almost drunk, or drunk with power or somesuch. I'm drunk, more, on FUN! Fun, and potential, and taking charge...and yes, all on a day when I've done precisely zero exercise, so have nothing but gibber and the jitters and a still-deaf ear to bolster this ridiculous self-confidence.
Case in point for you. I woke up at 6.45 to go walk, and then didn't go. And I worked, worked like I was on fire - on all sorts of things, including a vaguely obsessional cleaning and organising jag. I was due to meet Rebecca for coffee at 2, and it was only at 1.45 I remembered I hadn't had breakfast. I bolted down a measured bowl of cereal (400 calories) just in time to get out the door to her.
Was gonna have lunch after we parted, but just had another couple of things to do, and then another couple, and before I knew it, d was home from work and I hadn't had lunch or particularly missed it. We had small pizzas, but I could probably have skipped them. And here I am, heading to midnight and still feeling wired and buzzy and gonna pull at least a half-nighter, I think, because getting me to sleep right now would be lunacy.
I can see how people get addicted, if this is the chemical effect of these pills.
If it's just me, then hell, I could get ddicted to being me!
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