Hullo Angel,
The day you and I sync up on hypomanic highs is the day we go on a multi-state crime spree, stealing only Twinkies from convenience stores and tossing them at any passing driver we just plain don't like the looks of. Running up and down the stairs at Fortune 500 corporations singing the appalling "Barney the Purple Dinosaur" song for no reason at all except it makes a lot of unpleasant noise. Skinny-dipping in the relecting pool at the Washington Monument. Stealing Donald Trump's wig and passing it on to some poor dog with mange. And that'll be just by 7 a.m. It will be the convergence of all convergences. Can't wait. Cheshire Cat