Sugar: Hi! Hi! Hi!

The boss brought me lunch, confined as I was to the office while she held a thank-you lunch for some of the students and staff upstairs. She brought me a coke and cake with it. More sugar than I usually take. I went spiraling. When I got free, I took a walk to the library and I couldn't shut up. It was like being socially retarded while hyperventilating. Everytime I stood next to someone I said hello or butted into their conversation. No one minded, thankfully. It was all fun and easy-going, but more aggressive than I am used to being. The toothless man at the elevators and I talked at length about the depravity of the elevators in the library and whether it was worth it to walk up all those stairs instead of waiting. I mockingly chided two high school girls who were shushing each other in the elevator. "That's right," I said, "there's no talking in the elevator." and I made a stern face. They burst into laughter. The doorman and I exchanged pleasantries at the door of the hotel. I even chatted up at two men in a cherry picker. They stared down blankly as I passed, humming a show tune.

Thing is, I rather like it; this speak-before-I-think rampaging across Cleveland. I don't want it to stop. Unfortunately, I have no intention of consuming enough sugar to bring me to this point ever again. So today it's Sugar: Hi! Tomorrow: status lo.