So excited
Do you ever get so excited that functional behavior is basically impossible?
For instance, once I was so excited for an event to take place Sunday that I couldn’t fall asleep Saturday night until 5, so I was unable to attend.
I’m like a seven year old Christmas Eve. Provided, of course, they’re a “Christmas Day” celebrator, or the simile doesn’t really work.
Right now, I am *this close* to completing an original pilot and I can’t contain myself from dancing all over the place like some kind of insane person. I realize that this is exactly the sort of thing that I shouldn’t be doing because it takes time that should be spent writing, but because I have this Christmas Morning bull shit going on in my head, it’s impossible.
I really need to calm the hell down.
