No, I'm not talking about heart palpitations, dizziness, nausea, and insomnia. I'm talking about ambition and euphoria. For instance, about a month ago I was going to pick up around my room. My room is a hot mess, since my daughters like to stay up all night and get into things. Anyway, I began by picking up toys and throwing away junk we don't need. About three hours later I am painting my walls with an oil-based primer. (by the way, if you've never used an oil based primer I don't suggest it unless you absolutely must; that stuff does not come off of clothes or flesh! I had white flecks of paint on my forearms for about a week even after I scrubbed them with mineral spirits...)
Of course, the fun must end, and the energy runs out. You don't get those awe-inspiring bursts of energy with every dose. My room is still in a state of disrepair. My walls are a nice shade of Azure Afternoon though...
Dear Rene Angelil
1 year ago