I hit this weird state during a breakdown where I just snapped and now I find glee in things that used to make me depressed. I just laugh it off. I hit 120mph in my car, drink as much as I like and do anything that crosses my mind. I do whatever I think will give me instant pleasure and it's brilliant. If I feel like putting my foot to the floor in my car I'll do it. If I get caught who cares? Worst that can happen is I get a fine and I've got money saved up from wage slaving. Not like I was going to spend that money somewhere else.
Yesterday I was dancing on the flat area of the roof in my apartment building at about 5 in the morning. I looked fucking insane but I didn't care. I was fucking loving it and nobody is taking that from me. I'm getting every bit of happiness from this life one way or another.