Just A Note:

Forgive me my spelling & grammar. You see my thoughts come so quickly lately, that my mind is very very busy. My mind and thoughts have been racing, now I know that's no excuse for lack of adherence to the conventional laws of spelling and grammar. However it is a sign to me that something more sinister, and seductive is at play here. I've scene this all before, its all to well known. The beginning stages are like this: At first it feels quite delightful as if you've just helped your self to a bit of cocaine, pleasurable and somewhat exciting. The pace of life begins to quicken (count the Q words, it seems like I've written several, although I guess if one really stops to think about it Qs are a quintessential part of the alphabet, TaDa racing thought), you start to think quicker and it seems clearer. The thoughts are well organized and you marvel at there structure even to yourself. I also find that I may have a few more then several cigarettes a day when this occurs. My need for sleep and food decreases. Then I can only look forward to the acceleration, which one can only hope (pray if you must, as for me I never touch the stuff) that this race is not combined with feelings of grandiosity, because then they will be more then likely to shop way way to much, or will start many projects, with wonderful intentions of finishing them all.

My thoughts are racing, "take your meds Lennox" I say to my self. With a tear in my eye I think maybe I'll ride it out. Forgive my spelling