So I’m sitting in my room, working on my linguistics home exam, and I’m trying to explain why the verb paint in the sentence his father was painting a picture is not the same verb as the paint in the sentence his father never painted again, right? My line of resoning is the kind I think of as a kingmaker-or-kingbreaker, meaning it is so brilliant it’s either gonna earn me a C or better, or turn out to be pure crap and get me an E. As I’m writing this, I’m getting more and more worked up, and I’m thinking it must be because I’m really excited by syntactic analysis.

Then, suddenly, I realise, that sure, I may be a little high on adrenaline and endorphines because I like my reasoning so much (man, have I mentioned how much I love being a pseudo-megalomaniacal nerd?), but it’s also because the song that has been playing in my shuffled WMP playlist for the last ten minutes is Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds’ Babe I’m on Fire (and here’s the second part, as it’s too long for a single youtube clip) — perhaps the most uppity and insane track I have in my collection, and also one ridiculously appropriate for the situation, as I do feel like I’m on fire.

Awesome.

Actually, it was just as awesome as the first time I’d finished the seventh season of Buffy, opened my usual shuffled Winamp playlist, and the first track opening was Madrugada’s Majesty.

/venting over; I need to get back to work before I come down from my little adrenaline-, dopamine- and edorphine-induced trip! :D