Right. And the rest of it was strikingly similar to this description . (See 2/21.)

Is it possible to feel sentimental stirrings inspired by a Doctor Octagon song? Apparently. And P., in answer to your question: I'm euphoric; I'm miserable; I'm walking on air; I'm slogging through the mud of my own depravity; I'm lithe and witty and fantastically intriguing; I'm neurotic and prone to narcissistic fits of histrionics. In short, I'm fine.