Standby; while thinking revs and guns…

…Maybe I’m grasping, but it doesn’t feel that way. This wonderful shroud of semi-manic euphoria that’s wrapped itself around me, unfettered of self loathing, full of gonzo thought and behavior, feels good; feels right. I feel like I’m going to explode with good feelings, creativity, love and success. Every good day is new and thrilling, and bad days (as, of course, there are still "bad days") are much easier to tolerate.

For the first time in a long time, my impatience for knowledge of long-term future events is tempered with innate assurances that the immediate days will be some that I’ll savor for many years to come.

Uh-huh.

I feel great and powerful! I am great and powerful!