math high

Wowza. It's been awhile since I've been up this late on a school night. I'm hesitant to call it invigorating, but for me it almost is (though I, of course, realize it can't be a habit or I'll collapse). It's nice and almost exciting being the only one awake on our floor. Here I am at my self-proclaimed "most productive hours of the day." And I did get a a sizable chunk of work out of the way here. More than that, however, nighttime is when I do my thinking. Not always my best thinking, but it's when my brain is going so fast I can hardly keep up. So while I may be nonsensical as the next person at 2am, I am, at least, ADHD, which I learned from Percy Jackson will keep me alive in battle..or something...

Anyway, really I'm here because I'm on a math high. Everyone gets "math high," right? I'm not just a freak. Really, think about it. Whether it's a first grader who finally gets the fact that 3+1 does in fact equal 4 (had to check that one), or you're in high school finding x..and etc. Math high is as good as it gets. It's that moment when it just clicks, and you feel like you've solved all the world's problems--the world can go on to live in peace and harmony forevermore. I did four problems tonight, which took me about two hours, and I currently can't think of any better way to spend my time. That, I realize, does make me a freak. But I figured it out! Your addition-struggling 1st grade self understands me, even if you don't.

So right now, I want more work! Somebody stop me please. I want papers and problems and a weekend full of learning. Freak. Freak. Freak. I will not feel this way in seven hours, trust me. Mm. Math high. Much love.

miles run: today-2, total-4

struggles: decisions. also, 5 months outdoors is a long time..kinda..this should be less on my mind

joys: math! also, progress on the friend front