Is like being on drugs...I mean, I know it's a drug...you know what I mean. It took me 20 minutes to wash two plates and two forks because the water and the soap felt so good (and, holy crap, plates are SO SMOOTH). But I had such little anxiety that I didn't spill a single drop of coffee...which is strange. I've also washed my hands a about six times already this morning. And brushed my teeth. And this is pretty much the first time in 19 years that I haven't actively thought that being dead is the best thing for me. I feel really weird. I've decided it's a bad idea to drive. For whatever reason I also want to go to church. And I'm an atheist. WHAT IS THIS MAGIC?