Snout

I want to shout.
I want to scream.
I want to jump about like some deranged person.
I want to run until my legs buckle from beneath me.
I want to wring my hands and flail them about just because I can.

In fact now I'm typing with my fingers bouncing with each hit of the keyboard.
Nervous energy is building up from behind my fingertips.

I want to take on the three fun projects I have in my mind now, and dump all this work aside to go run.

Nervous energy is building up, and I have no idea how to properly dispel it.