I'm interesting when I'm really depressed and my probability-defying chaos effect is kicked in. I lose all sense of reality, and my ability to read people goes into overload where it concerns any wrong-minded action or motive.
Or more simply: it's time for delusional paranoia, my persecution complex, and my messiah complex to come out to play.
I'm also still a little high from toxic fumes in my office.
Or more simply: it's time for delusional paranoia, my persecution complex, and my messiah complex to come out to play.
I'm also still a little high from toxic fumes in my office.
iris1:
yay for all those things!