It all comes back to musical theatre, in the end.
I’m here and it’s about 11 pm on a Wednesday and I have work tomorrow and I pretty much don’t care. I used to get this a lot, that feeling that there’s something in my mind and it hurts like a splinter and I need to let my fingers run over the keyboard lest I scratch my cranium so hard my cerebellum would spill onto the floor. I used to have that all the time. Over the years, less so. Now? Barely ever.