Man in the Box

Please note: I am not the moody sort. Despite the comparison of yesterday's disposition with today's.

Can't. Focus.
Mind. Racing.
Blood. Pumping.

I'm ready. I'm more than willing. I am fucking jumping out of my skin. Up on the balls of my feet.

Perhaps more later. My lack of coherence, plus the fact that my impending vacation days always spawn a buttload of work, may prevent more lunacy this afternoon.

For now, all I can really offer are the words of my main man Red, whose been known to obtain certain things from time to time:

"I'm so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain..."