None of it is chemically-induced (OK, I did have a beer, but really, I was like this before that).
Some of it is surely due to lack of sleep and a bit of stress (it had to catch up to me sometime).
But a good chuck of it is due to the fact that I will likely put a bid on that house this Sunday.
I like it. I really, really like it. My realtor friend liked it. My boss liked it. My heart is singing.
If I lose it, I will live. I am willing to walk away from the deal if need be. If it's meant to be, it will be.
I think I even know how to put together a compensation agreement with my realtor friend that will be advantageous to us both, and will reward him fairly and proportionately for obtaining the property at the desired price, while not locking me into a long-term commitment.
Who'd'vethunk I'd end up being a grownup after all.
In other news, I may be going on ROLLERMACOASTERS tomorrow! YAAAY! WHOOOPIE! YIPPIE-SKIPPY!
I mean, *cough* I may be making an excursion to a theme park. Yes. (WHOOPIE!!!!!)