i got home, all hyper and excited.. in that my mind was basically turning somersaults left, right, and centre, back and forward. with a three-quarter twist. i’m still trying to stop it, but i’m failing miserably, and its just exhausting me, so i think i’ll be off to bed soon. (yes, i realise how early it is, no, i don’t care.)
sense evades me at the moment. i’m not sure if I understand my thoughts, and any attempt to pour them onto a screen, is an exercise in futility. by the time they would reach you, they’d be so convoluted, it would be like reading Naked Lunch, if every other word was translated into Cyrillic.