No, not like hysterics, or masses of people going nuts. Not like the Hulk Hogan kind either. Like the opposite of depressed. Like stay up 2 hours later than normal, sleep for 3 hours, lie in bed awake for 90 minutes then get up and kick the day square in the balls because not a single person or thing could almost stop me. Wired out of my fucking mind. Untouchable. I can see the atoms that make up the keyboard I’m typing on, I could count every pixel on both monitors lit up in front of me. I can hear every single instrument, every note, every syllable of every lyric, every tap of the drum machine, in every song coming from my iPod. This is beyond bi-polar, this is almost next level schizo shit. Continue reading
Anyone want to wager $1 that the world does not end this year? Even better, can some one tell me which is more likely – the Apocalypse or rapture? Vegas – what say you?