I am approaching peak stress.
Like, peak stress ever. More than wedding stress. Catching myself pulling at my hair with my fists in meetings stress.
And I’m really happy. Like, deliriously.
#blamedrewscancer planning insanity is in overdrive heading into Wednesday’s 9/9/09 Blame-a-Thon benefit concert (right now working to curate our overnight film festival)(which did not exist two days ago). At work I’m on a few unusual extra-curricular projects, like a benefit concert (oh hai, another one!). I’m writing new songs and recording lots of videos. I think I’ve cried at least once every day this week. And, I seem to have largely given up on qualitative time spent sleeping, eating, or seeing my wife.
All of that should result in grumpiness. But it’s not. For the first time in a long while I feel totally myself – like residual self image me has busted out of my head, Athena-style, and is now wandering the streets with giant curly hair and an even bigger voice, laughing uproariously.
Maybe it’s the weather? Philadelphia is suddenly all cool and Autumnal, a weeks-early birthday gift. Sleeping with the window open, wearing layers. It’s my season, I’m doing things I love, and I have my beautiful curly hair back. I even like how I look in full human motion on tonight’s webcast.
Seriously, I think Elise is drugging my soy milk.