I've written--composed, not moved--over 10k today.  This would explain the bonkersness.

I think I need to go fold laundry.  And wash things.  And hug Anna.  And give her a bath, and play Mariokart.  And watch Doctor Who with Dan.

Then, maybe, stay up until I finish, because there's about that left to go.  Or so.  Or I'll finish tomorrow.

But I'll be finishing tomorrow.  Or Friday morning at the latest, but my money is on tomorrow.

Yes.  Definitely time for Mariokart.