Remember in 28 Days Later when the effect of a single drop of zombie blood (if spattered into one’s eye, for example) was uncontrollable rage? That’s how I feel. Or I feel like I’ve had caffeine. A lot of caffeine. Injected intravenously into my brain. Not angry. Just, whoo. You know, whoo, like everything is blowing around. To bring my level down, I need: to know the legal requirements of a Massachusetts 501c3 organization which has no physical offices, whose board members work from home mostly in Massachusetts and also in other places like here in Boulder; the cost of a mail forwarding service from The UPS Store; a second MyBook hard drive; a $10,000 budget for revamping our company’s web site (I wouldn’t spend it all, really); and… I need to vibrate. I again feel (I had this feeling back in August) like I need to be part of field of energy larger than myself. Some sort of soul vibration. Not body shaking.
In related news, the font I wanted to use for the company’s web site turned out to be owned by Disney — it is used at the Epcot Center on one of the exhibits. Shit. They may offer a license — they do offer one, I just do not know if they’ll offer one to us for something as prominent as a company name.
Damn it, if I’d somehow managed to go out with R many years ago, I wouldn’t be feeling the need to vibrate, whatever that means, because she was into Tantra. Fuck!
Instead, I have music on loud.