So it turns out I'm -crazy- today. That answers the question of where the energy came from. At least it's the marginally useful kind?
No, brain. I shall rebuff your attempt to turn manic energy into weeping anxiety. Here is some Irish punk. Here are some dishes. Wash them. Here are some potatoes. Eat them. Here is some laundry. Do it. Here are some shoes. Put them the fuck on.
Wheeeee, mark two.
No, brain. I shall rebuff your attempt to turn manic energy into weeping anxiety. Here is some Irish punk. Here are some dishes. Wash them. Here are some potatoes. Eat them. Here is some laundry. Do it. Here are some shoes. Put them the fuck on.
Wheeeee, mark two.