sometimes, i definitely think i am insane. last nite, i needed to resolve something in person with someone who lived 3.5 hours from where i was. so, i got off the plane, got in my car and started driving. told him to meet me part way and alas we were able to have a conversation without all the strenuousness hell that was occurring before. it was pretty ridiculous, but in all those good ways. in fact, it made me feel good because it was like some of my spontaneous crazines was back. i miss those sudden desires to do something that appears a little odd…