last night I felt tired, and the tiredness was like an uneven paper skin on my face, inside i felt edgy and alive, as if my last reserves of energy were being spent.

I felt mildly euphoric as I sat in the train going home- enjoying every song that played on my ipod. The mild euphoria continued through the evening into this morning.

I used a phrase in something I wrote earlier- "moments between the switchblade and the void."
That's what this mood felt like- the light freedom of those moments.