I am an idiot. And insane. Technically speaking.

I am such a mook. I'm 33 and after all these years, I still get excited about stuff due to the over-expectation of. . .  well, everything. I'm not really upset at this very moment. I just realized that with all the toning down I've made myself do, I still have those tendencies. The only time I don't spazz-out is after I swim. For some reason, swimming sucks the life out of me and all my anxieties go away. Kind of crazy. So, yeah. Oh, and I think I'm going to get a dog. Yeah.