There's enough hardcore prescription painkillers in this house right now to knock Keith Richards on his ass. I've been functioning on caffeine for days. By all rights now that the Nozz compound is quiet I should be sleeping like a baby.
But my brain fires up at night. I've got four irons in the atomic fire that is currently my imagination. Everyone's worried that the weight of all the stuff I'm currently having to juggle in my life is going to crush me, yet I'm driven to distraction due to excitement over what I'm working on.
I haven't felt this consumed by my work in years. Feels good.
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