I feel like I'm living in some sort of a bubble. As if I've left the timespace that I previously occupied and been warped into some new dimension that exists outside of reality.

I feel like I'm a little cell that's being incubated under novel conditions with an overload of signals and stimuli, in between periods of utmost lack of any sensory stimulus at all.

I go home and it is so quiet. Nothing is going on. At all. No sound except my boiler humming away, and nobody to interact with. Everything seems so remote from the reality of my life a few months ago. Then I go into lab and I'm hit with novel things to try and do and think about, constantly. I'm being incubated in this crazy mix of conversation, ideas and attitudes, with an appropriate dose of occasional alcohol, that results in the feeling that my brain is making new synapses at million miles an hour.

It is exhilarating and completely exhausting at the same time.