Look: I spent last night riding the Red Bull like I was in a rodeo.
With the laptop set atop the dresser, I could walk around the room spouting bad ideas, and then, on the off chance that I had what I thought was a good idea, I could skip over to the computer, type in the idea, and ask the computer how it liked them apples. This was sometimes followed by three snaps in a z-formation.
Occasionally story angles were addressed to the lizards crawling across the wall--real ones. Not hallucinating. Yet.
At the height of my ride upon the Bull, I was obsessed with the fact that Gibraltar sounds like the name of a Robotech villain.
"I AM GEE-BRALL-TORR!!"
Normality could very well return tomorrow.
