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I haven't felt the way I feel today in what seems like forever. It is scary and impractical (but so, so impractical: truly and completely impractical, at least at the moment). And overwhelming and wonderful. I want to make music all day long, joyous, ecstatic music, and with someone impossibly special (it occurs to me that "impossibly" is the right word - "impossibly" because I know it's impossible for the rest of my life to be ceaselessly what this weekend was, and yet, when I imagine it, I can't see how it could be any different than the last seventy-two hours).