The illusion of substance.

Oh, holy Jesus, am I bouncy today. I can't sit still. I'm literally forcing myself to sit in this chair and not gnaw at my fingernails, and the only reason my ass is still here is because I need to be online. Unexpected plans have changed the day for me a bit, but in a really really good way - and I hope it works out and I'm typing at a million miles a minute and am really really excited and also feel like complete shit because I still owe Sekhmet a long-ass email and was planning on writing today but can barely concentrate on anything.

My God.

Sam took one look at me, took off his glasses, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was at work and I was visiting him, partially to tell him I might leave later on for the city and come back at night, and I was bouncing around and being a complete idiot. I feel sorry for the boy, I really do, especially since I did something equally crazy earlier in the morning. *sigh* This day is so weird.

And I uploaded the picture, so now I'm bouncing twice as hard trying not to think about how crappy it was.

And my stomach is grumbling because I haven't put anything inside it yet.

And now I'll just sit here and countiue to bounce off the white walls and try not to crash any computers while I'm at it.

I need a tranquilizer.