The Bloody Doors Off

Today was one of those rocking with my… out. Work-wise, I was on fire; I got shit done, 3 bits of work from another client waiting for me when I got home. And while I was worried I wouldn’t get everything done, I knew I would. And when I needed to find pieces for it, it was like I was psychic; nothing could hide.

And now I’m done, and I know part of it was fueled by mania. The ol’ chemicals in my brain caught fire and the synapses moved at lightning speed. But now it’s time to come down.

Here’s hoping it’s a soft fall.