Nothing is worse than coming back to reality

This has been arguably one of the best weekends in a long time.

Which means sunday evening was way rougher than it had any right to be.

Thanks to my current lack of mental foundation I'm fairly sure that some conclusions I reached this evening can be written off as lack of equilibrium. If not? Trouble on the horizon. Trouble being comparable to hurrican katrina being viewed by a guy in a trailer on the beach.

I can't sleep, circadian rhythm's been shot to hell.

Oh well. Life moves on, I shall abide.