Last month my friend Sha Blau coined a new illness- congestion and inner turmoil. We both had it, as did many others in our midst. It was a wild ride. Today I seem to have acquired it's cousin-condition, euphoria with a side of melancholy. I have a noticeable hum about me- an elated sort of glowy happiness. Newness. Simultaneously, I am all kinds of weird on other fronts. Since I sat down at the dining table only moments ago, I have been through a good four or five episodes of emotion. Schizophrenia, you ask? Nah. Hormones? Maybe a little. Really, though, I think it's the euphoria/melancholy affliction. It toys with my memory and my emotions. It leaves me confused, yet happily so. It is a harsh mistress.
For instance- I do not currently recall what it was that was so brilliant it demanded blogging about at the onset of this log-in. Perhaps that's a sign to just let it go. (Happily, even.) If I enter another post in a minute, you will know that the infernal pendulum has shifted, once again. (Moooo.)
Blast!
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