what disease is this?

Fret not, there's no wildfire rash or grotesque excretions involved; rather an intense surge of motivation to be creative and/or productive, only to then be replaced by joggers, the AppleTV remote, and more often than not, a vat of pasta.

I'm going to clean out the basement!

Ooh look a new Netflix original.

When I get home, I'm going to painstakingly go through all of my Zip drives, data discs, thumb drives, external hard drives, floppy discs, old computers, and SD cards (what, there have been a lot of ways to store files over the last 2 decades) and organize all of my photos into printed books so I can pretend it's 1989 again.

Hey, I didn't know there were new episodes of Black Lightning.

I'M GOING TO FILM A DOCUMENTARY.

What's this? A new season of Chef's table? How did I manage to get INSIDE this bowl of tortellini?

Nevermind, I looked it up - it's called adulthood.