I'm having megalomania

I'm having megalomania, I'm having it with tea. I've just looked at something and gone 'oh I invented that' and then, mere moments later, 'bull-fucking-shit, not even I believe that [weirdarse megalomaniacal shit]'. I think maybe I peaked too soon. Maybe if I reajusted my thought patterns, just a little, I'd come out with something a little more satisfying. Maybe, 'hey, I invented that', then,' hmmmmmm did I?' then, 'yeah, yeah I really think I did' and perhaps, 'am I really sure, I mean it's a pretty common thing, everyone does it...' with, 'you know, I'm not so sure now, it's kinda like that time when I started using that word, and like everyone else did, and I thought it was me but then the whole Britain thing was pretty cool at the time and...and...and...' and then [something like], 'hello, megalomania, my old friend...' See what a nice easy set down can do for a girl? Oh yeah, that's right. Nothing. It's like the quick set down, only more drawn out, longer, more painful, for longer, did I mention longer? Oh just pull the frickin bandaid off loser.
There are some situations where being alone is just no fun. I am in one. Actually, I'm in several but the one I'm in right now is by far the worst. Five minutes. Oh tick faster! Faster. FASTER. I want beer now. And I want barmaids with fascinating views on what to wear to work. A denim jumpsuit? Yes please. A black thing with fishnets, flat gosfords, kind of like girl-chaps with little bits of leather strategically crossing from front to back - it would, after all, be bad if the thing just flew open - and gods know what else...
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm beer.