After being locked in place for twelve days—my longest stretch so far—I’d say calling me hyper is actually an understatement. I’m fairly certain my staff were ready to kill me tonight, but whatever; that’s their problem. The longer the duration gets, the more intense it feels when this state hits. I just become super restless and need a way to vent all that extra energy, usually ending up pacing around the entire restaurant. If the cooks aren’t cowering in fear over what I might do next, they’re mostly laughing hard at whatever antics I’m pulling against one another, all in good fun of course.
I ended up leaving work early tonight because I couldn’t handle being there any longer, getting home just before midnight. When I hopped into the shower, my wife surprised me by joining with the key, which led to probably one of the best orgasms of my life. An hour later, I’m still buzzing from it, but I know I’ll sleep better tonight than I have all week. While I’m glad this lockup is over, that high, manic feeling I experienced earlier was great too.