A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence and a time to speak

I know I’m a little overclocked right now, but I know how my moods work and when the muse strikes I just ride it out for all it’s worth, I know I’ll have fallow periods again and I can rest then.

Really, I can’t do anything but, it’s the written version of pressured speech, I need to put this shit down and send it out in order to get it out of my head.

I assure people, I know myself and how to take care of myself so I don’t burn myself out. At the same time as my recent cultural turn, I’ve lost touch with day-to-day politics news, which frees up a lot of time and mental bandwidth.

I make myself go to sleep even if I don’t feel tired, like I’m about to right now, because I know that even if I don’t feel the signals of tiredness and still have ideas in my head, my mental performance degrades without sleep and I’ll end up writing, with absolute confidence, extensive, intricate, layered explanations of how everything connects to everything else that are totally batshit.

Likewise, when I drink I remind myself to compensate cause if I aim for a target level of relaxation I might never hit it and end up completely shitfaced while full of energy and plans and agency and confidence.

I’ll be fine, and honestly, this kind of is living my best life.