Creative genius or Broken brain

Hour One: Dabble in some bitcoin casino action.
Hour Two: Decide to refinish my dining room table so set out to find sander and other supplies.
Hour Three: Build a trashbag fort over/under my table because I decided it's too hot outside to sand and I'll just do it inside. Write a song and/or poem about the NSA and abuse of power.
Hour four: Find actual liners and complete fort over table. Sand table for about ten minutes.
Hour five: Write a long testament on social media about how Charlamagne is a misunderstood hip-hop critic.
Hour six: start venturing into 90's throwback music that I forgot about. Finish my poem/song.
Hour Seven: Get phone call from boyfriend and realize that I have sanding dust all over the dining room, and a massive plastic fort over the table. Try to decide if I should clean up or keep sanding.
Hour Eight: Rewatch Game of Thrones for 4th time and post on steemit to see if this is as ridiculous to everyone else as it is to me. Also I may need some motivation to handle this table situation. Boyfriend is a neat freak...

I can't decide if I'm a creative genius, need serious help, or should make a documentary about my adventures. Poem can be posted for added proof. Read at your own risk of disgust /delight.