I currently want to shriek at the top of my lungs, curse out as many strangers as possible, kick something repeatedly, and laugh my head off with half my body sticking out the sunroof of a speeding car.
That is not normal for a human. At least I really hope not.
I hate the idea that there are chemicals in my body that make me feel like this. And I literally have no say in this. You really think I'd want this?
Heccccck no.
And yet, here I am.
Never before have I wished so hard that my brain was a vacuous space with a pretty neon sign that says "For Rent. Inquire Within." And I'd invite dancing brigades of unicorns and their pet dragons to come and have a party with balloons and salsa music and cake.
That sounds so much better than the crazed thoughts running around my head right now while using their straitjackets as parachutes and tutus.
Help.
