My brain feels like I'm riding an electric unicorn bull fueled by equal parts Tequila and Skittles. The best part is, the saddle and my mental pants are both made of Lego and fit together like my ego and the studliest fedora that money can buy. I am a creative God. Or at least as close as an Atheist can get. Or I'm just full of shit. Does it matter which, if I'm happy and I didn't make anyone else suffer to get here?